Foster care is incredibly rewarding. On the opposite side of the same coin, at times the weight of the pressure to be perfect can be crushing. The expectation is to never misstep. Never say something wrong or lose your cool. The standard feels near impossible. For me, the fear of doing something wrong led to a whole lot of "no" in our household. There had to be a shift. A reevaluation of priorities and language so that our fosters could regain a sense of control in their environment while also receiving the structure that they so badly needed.
And for me? Well, I got to serve ice cream for breakfast. xoxo
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