Navrat: Lets find every child in Slovakia a family

All over the 2019 we were very focused on support of foster care because it has a great potential for hundreds of abbandoned children raised in institutional care instead of families. We have very strong belief for the foster care and parental abilities of many foster parents.

Let’s read a few lines from the notes of one foster mom, she wrote for herself, but let us publish it.

Sibel wants to be like me

Notes of foster mommy

Kids have fallen asleep finally and I put on my soft headphones and switch on my favourite music. Time for candle and silence in our home. Today we’ve said good-bye to the Christmas tree. The very first Christmas with our Sibel. She’s been with us for 8 months.

Just a few weeks ago she stopped using isolation strategy every time she got emotional. Every time I saw her running away to hide somewhere I stopped her, embrace her gently and I didn’t let her be alone.

From time to time she use this strategy again, but she doesn’t hide anymore, she comes to me instead. She lays her overloaded little arms and body full of sorrow, anger or fear on me. And my task is to be there, with all my possible empathy, just for her.

It’s not always that easy. Kids overstimulate my senses so that I’m really irritated sometimes. Once, in such a moment, I was so angry, I didn’t let kids come to me. My boys respected it, but Sibel… She started to cry and ran to me nevertheless. In that moment I melted down. I recognized she’s over the worst period, but I can’t make it worse. In that very moment she gave me back everything I’d been giving her patiently the previous months. Being with me in my tough time. Oh, what a marvelous mirror can kids hold.

But my highlight is, that Sibel wants to be like me. She wants my dress. She’s smiling and dreaming. I love her dreaming eyes. I use to tell her, that when she’ll grow up, I give her that dress. One day, I tell her, she’s got nice skirt. She replies me softly, “mommy, when you grow up, I’ll give it to you”.

Sibel is three. But she’s with us for less than a year. So in something, she’s just one. The “something”is vulnerability. And inner insecureness. She loves cuddling with me. But I cuddle to her too. She has something I need too. We have our mutual saturation.