Dh and I were having a lazy day yesterday, I hadn't even changed from my dressing gown
We had no plans other than slobbing around as we'd had family visiting since Friday and the house was ours again.
Anyway around 4pm the doorbell went and Dh answered it and kindly invited the young man in.
(thanks Dh with me in my fluffy dressinggown and all)
Dh says "do you know who this is" I vaguely knew his face but thats all.
Turns out he is a someone we fostered for over 2 years from aged 4 to 6, he is now 18
He had remembered vaguely our street and decided to visit. He lives in another town BTW and it turns out his life hasn't been very good. In and out of care for most of it
He stayed an hour or so and I have to confess I felt relieved when he left. I'm ashamed this morning of my feelings but it felt incredibly awkward.
He has so many happy memories of his time with us and he mentioned that he needed mentors but its not what we do and I brushed over it.
I gave him out phone number and asked him to phone if he would like to visit again but I still feel I should have done/said more.
He looked scruffy and quite pathetic and I don't know if I should inform social services or not.
Sorry thats quite a ramble, I'd appreciate other views though.