One of our first foster kids was a five year old with a very active mother. During the 6 months he was with us, we ever allowed the mother to meet us for Halloween activities, and visit our home for Christmas and the child’s birthday. The mother loved him very much, but because of some mental problems and drug problems she was not able to take care of him.
Fast forward three years, we got a call that he was in custody again (actually there were a couple more times but not with us). Our initial response was, “No, he was very difficult to deal with.”
It turns out that he woke up that morning to find his mother deceased. They slept in the same bed. As he described it she was stiif, cold and blue. Our hearts broke.
He was numb when he arrived at the house. For the first three days he was very calm and collected. By Sunday it broke, all of the rage and anger came flooding out. He wanted to die.
We worked with him, while he had extreme emotional fits, for two weeks. Some days were alright and others were too much for us to handle. Multiple times did we have workers come to assist and psychologically evaluations done. Medicines were adjusted and nothing was working.
Two weeks in to the placement he attempted to attack another child at school. We all knew that he needed in patient help. Our hearts broke as we made the 3 hour trip to the hospital and as we sat in the admissions room for 3 hours. He was strong but when he finally came to grips with the gravity of in patient care. He showed the staff what we were seeing at home.
He will come back to our home when they are able to help him.
The affect of such a tragedy on an adult would be horrendous, but on an 8 year old child it is overwhelming. The pain that he has been through and this is only the beginning.