Pompous

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Actually pompous refers to me apparentlyūüėõ

I’m about to send an email to the cw and her manager (after considerable weighing up of advice, I’ve decided to see if we can resolve it without involving anyone else, which would no doubt piss them off) and sent it first to a good friend for review.

The term ‘pompous know it all’ may have been used. It made me laugh. I’m so blessed to have friends who reign me in and aren’t afraid to be honest. Apparently constantly referring to gold standard, best practice and referencing policies and legislation is not quite in line with my aimed for approach of ‘hey, I think there’s been a misunderstanding, probably my fault, sorry, let’s work it out’. Not that I particularly believe there is a misunderstanding, and I really don’t think it’s my fault, but I have determined after much consultation that this is the most likely route to an easy resolution and I’m willing to eat a little shit to save my kids.

Re-write tomorrow and we’ll see what comes.

Hell hath no fury…

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…like an educated woman who is not allowed to see her children.

In the time since I have heard that I’m not allowed to see the boys I have come up with a course of action.

1. I contacted my state’s foster care advocacy group to determine if I am indeed breaking the law by having contact with the children (as the cw is stating).

2. I contacted an acquaintance who knows the in’s and out’s of the system and who previously worked at CS. She has given me some very valuable and hope inspiring information and I’m having a meeting with her on the weekend to get her perspective on the whole matter.

3. I’ve contacted a fellow blogger (albeit a far more famous one than I, thanks Rebecca) who is in the know to ask for some literature to back my position on ongoing contact between bio and foster families. She has also suggested that she may ask her rather extensive community for any research they may be aware of.

4. On Monday I will write an email to the CW, cc’ing the manager, the social worker, the foster carer support worker and anyone else that my spies suggest, stating my position on the matter (e.g. I believe it is to the greatest benefit of both the boys and the family to have continued support from myself) and refuting any of the reasons they have suggested as to why it is not appropriate.

5. At the end of the email I will request a written response stating their position on the matter with a full explanation as to the reasons they have come to said position.

6. If they do not come back with a satisfactory response I will take it up with Managers further up the line. I am willing to go to the Ombudsman and the Children’s Guardian if necessary.

DON”T MESS WITH MY KIDS.

Changing it up

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I think I’ve been taking the wrong approach with big sis. I’ve been encouraging her independence and life skills, thinking along the lines of being as equipped as possible for when she goes back to Nan. But I don’t think that’s the way to go. When I think about it, she’s been in care for close to a year and a half, and in that time has not lived with anyone who has loved her. So in essence she’s really still five, barely six, inside and I think some of the behaviours I’ve been seeing are her asking me to make her feel completely looked after. So I’m going to try babying her a little. Loving on the five year old inside and making her feel protected and safe. I’ll run her showers for her and sit and chat while she washes her hair. I’ll make her breakfast in the morning and help her put her clothes on. I’ll play uno (card games she loves) until my brain is leaking out my ears and stop worrying so much that she doesn’t have independent play just yet. Independence can wait a few months, I think I forgot about felt safety. I’ll let you know how I go.

Ugh.

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Man, give me toddlers over seven year olds any day! She’s currently flipping out whenever she gets in even the slightest bit of trouble or gets corrected about anything. For instance tonight I asked her to ask before she gets up from the table at dinner time to go and get a drink or whatever because it’s bad table manners to jump up and down like a yoyo. Instant sulk. When I said ‘I’m really not interesting in sulking I’m going to go and do something else, hurry up and finish your dinner’ she proceeded to flip out about how I’m so mean, she’s always getting into trouble for doing nothing (she gets told off like once every two days!), and she’s going to ring cs on me for being so mean. At which point I said she’s very welcome to tomorrow morning, but for now she can go to bed, because I won’t be spoken to with such disrespect.

Ugh. ¬†It’s doing my head in. At first I started out sympathising with her upset, comforting her and trying to help her understand that getting in trouble is just part of life (without backing down on the fact that whatever she did was not ok), but now a few weeks in I’m wondering if maybe I need to draw and line and say that having a tantrum when you get in trouble is not ok and I’m not going to engage when she’s behaving like that. It’s so difficult to work out where I should be comforting and where I should be ignoring…

Breaking through

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I’ve got the boys again for the weekend (hooray! soaking up my cuddles big time) and I think it’s great for big sis. She is always much more emotional when they are around, which is unsurprising considering all the trauma she’s been through since she was taken into care (which from what I can see so far is more than she experienced when she was with her family, but that’s probably a post for another time…), and so small things are more likely to cause her to have a meltdown. But I think at this stage of our relationship this is probably a good thing as it helps that breaking through process. For example, today she got stroppy when I said she could have some noodles if she shared them with her brothers. She banged things angrily and raised her voice. Anyway, long story short, when she received her consequence for her little outburst (noodles were taken off the menu) she flipped out. Almost an hour of screaming, flailing, leg kicking, lying on the floor tantruming. It was good. No, I actually mean that is was good. Good for her to have the chance to have it out. To scream and cry for her mum, to be excessively and voluminously unhappy and to have nothing bad happen to her, to be comforted, to know that she can lose it and I’ll still care for her and that she is safe. She doesn’t realise it herself, but clearly her upset was about a whole lot more than not being able to have a packet of noodles. I’m looking forward to the chance to be able to talk it out with her tomorrow, hopefully when the boys ¬†are asleep.

After she had calmed down, she sought me out, practically crawled into my lap to have a cuddle and a sob, then got herself some crumpets to eat instead and carried on with her afternoon.

Ahh honeymoon..

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Ahh honeymoon, I think you may be coming to a close. Judging from the tantrum (well her version, which is to collapse on the floor and sob) over shoes this morning, and the rather insolent behaviour this afternoon I think we might be about the enter the zone of actual parenting.

It’s a brave new world for me, and I feel a little under¬†equipped. With little kids it tends to be ‘MY WORD IS LAW!!!!!!’ Mwahahahahaha, so to speak…¬†But with older kids it’s¬†definitely¬†more give and take, mutual respect and knowing which moments are the one you put your foot down about. Do I jump on the little things so we know where we stand when we get to the big things, or do I let those go and focus on what really matters?

She’s a fairly reserved little person, so disrespect and disobedience tend to be more subtle, by omission, rather than comission. Leaving her with that wonderful proclamation “I wasn’t doing anything!!!”

Miss my babies to whom I just said “Sit in time out!”!!!!!!!!!!!!