Self Care: We have got every TV channel in existence.

You can watch Sky TV in every room in our house.

In the 1970s, British households could be divided into two – those who let their kids watch Grange Hill and those that were weird. Name me a more famous sausage!

We have The Full Package, including all the kids stuff, Sky Atlantic, Cinema and Sport.

I think we found a way of hiding ‘the grown up channels’, and have Sky Shield to help protect us from any more of that sort of mischief. 

But apart from that, there’s nothing we can’t watch.

We have BT sports, for the Champions League, Bundesliga and some sort of erotic tickling that happens in a cage.

I think it’s called UFC or MMA.

We have Amazon Prime, Netflix, and Disney+.

My iPad and phone has the Sky Sports Go App and the BT Sports App.

I also use my devices to watch the cricket when it’s on Channel 4.

We briefly had what is known locally as a ‘Jaarg Box’, a small device that ‘legitimately’ allowed us to access every TV network in the world.

We decided that whilst not technically illegal, this couldn’t possibly be right so we ditched it.

The picture quality was generally crap too.

All this means, that for just several hundred pounds per month, I can go anywhere I want, and still watch sport.

All sport, and any sport.

Adults should put their own oxygen mask on, and then help their child. This is a vital principle in fostering. You have to look after yourself so you can look after a kid.

To some people, particularly if you’re Middle Class and weren’t allowed to watch Grange Hill as a kid, this will seem extravagantly indulgent and reflect some sort of moral failing on our part.

In Fostering, it’s called ‘self care’, and the quicker you find out what works for you the better.

My wife likes reading Maeve Binchy books.

Hiding in the toilet to watch 10 minutes of Test Cricket, or even the IPL, can mean the difference between ‘keeping it together’ and walking away.

We once fostered a kid who didn’t go to bed.

Well, at least not willingly.

Every routine, every trick, every approach led to meltdowns, anger, destruction and frustration.

The kid wasn’t too happy either.

My wife and I tried the tag team approach, and I was on.

I began the routine at the normal time.

The bath, the story, the snack, the tucking in, the endless, endless reassurance that I was nearby if I was needed.

I tiptoed downstairs, looking for some quality TV time.

Then came the inevitable thud as the kid climbed out of bed, plodded down the stairs, appeared at the lounge door and announced that they’d been to bed, didn’t like it, and wouldn’t be going again.

It was a Thursday, a Europa League night, and I spent the whole of the first half trying to get the kid back out of the lounge, across the hall and to the bottom of the stairs.

By the end of the second half we’d got onto the first stair.

We made good progress in Extra Time, and had reached that bit on your stairs where there’s a mini landing and you turn left.

At this rate of progress, I’d calculated he’d be back in his room by the second leg in two weeks time!

I jest.

It wasn’t going nearly that well.

I then made a classic Foster Carer’s error.

I tried a traditional parenting approach!

‘If you don’t go to bed right this minute young man, there’s going to be a consequence!’

‘Like what?’ He said back to me.

‘Well, I don’t know, but you won’t like it. You mark my words!’

He stared at me.

‘What are you going to do to me that hasn’t been done before?’

He wasn’t defiant, he was just asking a very very pertinent question.

I wouldn’t tell you his history, even if I knew it, but it was clear to me that no consequence, no sanction, no chastisement, no matter how draconian would have any influence on his behaviour.

I don’t think the promise of a reward would have worked either.

I changed tack.

Traditional Parenting Techniques don’t work with a traumatised kid. You might as well shout at a lizard or tell it you’ll take it to the cinema if it’s good.

‘That’s a very very good question. You’re right. You’ve had a difficult life. Here’s a plan. I’m going to sleep. I’m going to give you an iPad. I’m sure you’ll find something to watch, just do it quietly if you can’.

I got him a fully charged iPad and handed it over.

I went into our room and lay down next to my wife.

‘What have you done? You’ve given in. He’ll want to do this every night.’ She whispered frantically  in my ear.

‘I know, but I had nowhere else to go.  I was out of ideas.’

A couple of minutes later a voice called out.

‘Goodnight. I will see you in the morning.’

This became our new routine.

Instead of hours of arguing, cajoling and shouting, the kid went to his room with a loaded iPad and we didn’t see him until the morning.

He was getting about the same amount of sleep.

We got our evenings back, and our house became calmer.

We’d just given him a little bit of control.

Tracey Beaker and the Dumping Ground has always been a popular programme in our house.

He was 7.

His favourite programme was Tracey Beaker.

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Birth parent, Foster Carer, Adopter and Recruiter of Foster Carers for Liverpool City Council

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