We took in a sweet 8 yr old girl in April during the covid pandemic. She fit in perfectly with our big blended family.
Seriously though it's getting hard to keep track of the family dynamics. We have no children together. The oldest boy 16 is mine from a previous marriage. The next three are hers 15b, 13g, 10b. We're one court date away from adopting a 13 year old girl. Now we added an 8 yr old. That's 6 kids full time.
Where am I going with this? We are foster parents. We have the space. We have the time. We were set at 6. No more kids. Well at 6pm this evening, we got a call from the agency I worked for. "Hello, we have a 9 year old girl who needs a home today. Can you please help us?" Well, 20 minutes later the agency worker showed up with her. All she had was a small bag with a change of clothes she had grabbed quickly. Tears running down her cheeks.
We weren't told much and what happened and were told not to ask her. Just keep it low key so we did this evening and just included her into our regular activities. We'll see in the morning what happens. We had to use a camper j-cube mattress on the floor for her to sleep on.
Sometimes that's how much notice you get as a foster parent.