my account of my foster sons' quest to becoming 'real' boys
Sunday, March 21, 2010
IRL= in real life. FS#2 finally has an IRL friend! Oh, if you asked him he has lots of friends, see as he points to his friends list on FB. He chats with them all the time and even talks to some of them on the phone. Okay so he talks to them on the phone a lot according to the detailed billing (and yes I have detailed billing so I can track who his talking to. I have even been known to causally ask who his is talking to, record the time, then go into detailed billing so I can put names to numbers). But all of these 'people' live in different states or countries (had to put a block on that!), and he has never met them. As far as I'm concerned, they are not "real" friends. But he now has a friend that you can reach out and touch, see, hear and smell! I have met this friend so I know he is real and I have even been to the friends house and met his parents! Oh happy days!
I was a perfectly content single woman who was quite happy with my childless life until a teen, whom I had been mentoring, asked to come live with me because I was the closest thing to family that he had. That started my travels into and through the somewhat surreal world of the child welfare system specifically with regards to fostering older teens. I am currently Geppeto to two boys, 16 and 19.