Fostering Chelsea fans will have clear memories of that great night in 2012, when London’s finest won the Champions League with a superb Didier Drogba penalty.
I was watching the game with my son and a 10 year old foster child.
He wasn’t English, but he did claim to be widely travelled.
He’d been to a variety of Eastern European countries, Norway, and Gulliver’s World of Adventures.
I tried to explain, that though very exciting, Gulliver’s World didn’t actually constitute a sovereign Nation State.
He begged to differ.
We decided not to fall out over such trivialities.
For various reasons, he left our home.
We had a goodbye tea at his preferred restaurant, a local Maccies.
As a goodbye gift, I gave him a Chelsea Fernando Torres shirt.
For a short while we kept in contact, and then, eventually, we heard no more.
This is not unusual.
Foster Carers have no right to be informed about what happens to the kids we look after.
They’re not ours.
Occasionally, events would trigger memories of this young boy; mentions of his home country in the news, passing the same Maccies, or mentions of Gulliver’s World.
Tonight, on May 29th, (2021) Chelsea won the Champions League for the second time.
My thoughts went back to that evening in 2012, and for just a brief moment I wondered where he was.
Somewhere in Eastern Europe, a 19 year old was thinking the same thing.
I know Social Media can be an absolute PITA, but our foster child, now a 19 year old, used Instagram to track us down.
His message was short, simple and beautiful
‘Hi, I remember you. We watched the Chelsea win Final in 2012. It’s great to win it again. Thank you for what your family did x’
I don’t know if other Carers have had similar messages.
We’ve never had anything quite like it.
We may never get anything like it again.
It’s great to know he’s alive and thriving.
When we foster, we only know our part of the story.
If you are someone who needs to know ‘what happens in the end’, you will have to watch football matches or Disney films.