Scarlettsmummy2 I want to wade in and offer you my support. How dare people question your morals and your reasons for fostering. You originally asked for a spot of advice and you have been slated for it. I can't believe what I am reading.
My foster child came from her birth family having had free school dinners for the previous two years. It was the only decent meal she ever got. I was surprised when they were stopped when she came to us. She went onto packed lunches because my own daughter was on packed lunches. We couldn't afford to pay nearly £60 per month for a school dinner for my daughter when she was getting a home cooked meal each evening anyway, it just wasn't necessary. Yes, we treat our FD as our own which was why she moved to packed lunches - it was nothing to do with the money.
The 'allowance' we receive each week, I believe isn't just to 'pay' for stuff. It is also for the guidance we give, the love, the kindness, cleaning up her vomit and diarrohea, getting rid of her nits and worms, taxi'ing her around, rubbing her head when she has a headache, cuddling her when she needs to be cuddled, telling her off, monitoring her every move, going to meetings, making endless phone calls, keeping my diary up to date, teaching her to cook, clean and to be nice, teaching her how to shower, making sure she sees her brothers, having her brothers over, giving her medicine, taking her to hospital, visiting her, arguing with her. My job is 24/7, but the bottom line is - she is not my child. No I don't do it for the money, although I do get a good allowance, more than I think is wise to stop other people doing it for the money. I don't have a separate cupboard full of Tesco Value stuff for her ( I know of someone who does), I take her on holiday with us when I could put her in respite (lots of carers I know do), I buy her clothes from New Look or wherever she wants them from ( I know carers who buy charity stuff).
I am a good foster carer, and I'm worth every penny.
Gone now to bed - night night, I'll come back tomorrow for my slating