
I have foster kids, or those soon to be foster kids, contact me from time to time, and they are so frightened. Who can blame them? Their stories are all different, yet their fears achingly similar. They have so many questions and are looking for something to hang hope upon. The stress these kids are under is crushing. The 'system' that is supposed to help these kids need to do a better job at reassuring them, and especially keeping them up to date with what is going on. They need to let these new foster kids talk to a specialist who will listen and who is compassionate. They need someone to talk to, to tell their fears to, to tell their dreams to, and to understand them. I do what I can, and I find myself in tears because of how much pain comes through in their e-mails and questions. The child protection system needs to wake up, and do their part in providing mounds of support and safety for these kids. They are so ready to take these children away from everything familiar, but it doesn't end there. That is only the beginning. Once these children become wards of the state, their livelihood and futures are in the hands of the various welfare personnel. These kids are not numbers, not just statistics, they are fragile, broken, innocent beings who need to be nourished physically and emotionally.
While it can be emotionally draining to listen to these kids problems when they contact me, I love that they do. I may only be able to provide a sympathetic ear, but every little bit counts. I just wish it wasn't necessary.


