You're Being Ridiculous!
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A new authorial voice relaying true stories that are likely to both horrify you and make you laugh out loud. Events and conversations are told with pace, humour and humanity as the author shares with you her memories of the situations she has lovingly endured while at the mercy of her numerous foster boys. It is heart warming, heart breaking and heartfelt in equal measures. It is a memoir of sorts but it is definitely not a misery memoir.
C.E.A. Forster is youngish, conceivably pushing middle age, although she would argue as to where that line is drawn, and she is just wanting to share with you the trials, tribulations and sheer joy of her time as a foster carer.
She writes of the sounds of bystanders that she can still to this day hear ringing in her ears, tutting at her apparent inability to control the children in her care and of the mayhem that follows them everywhere, along with her repeated admonition to them of "you're being ridiculous!" .
Claire has experienced those awful questions in the most public of places concerning the differences between boys and girls and has been informed by a six year old on the habits of mating Turtles. Have you ever heard of pee wars? Have you ever crash landed in a World War II plane and lived to tell the tale? Not to mention some of the topics discussed at the dinner table that would make even the most bold of us blush.
Claire won't mind you laughing at her or with her and she will leave you knowing, in no uncertain terms, just how much she grew to love these boys and how they will always have a special place in her heart. She hopes that maybe one day they will come back into her life to remind her of their own memories.
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You're Being Ridiculous! - C.E.A. Forster
C.E.A. Forster
© C.E.A. Forster 2018
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Published by C.E.A Forster
www.ceaforster.com
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This book is based on fact, but the names have been altered to protect identities. The moral right of the author, who is the creator of the pseudonym C.E.A. Forster, have been asserted.
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out, or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. Under no circumstances may any part of this book be photocopied for resale.
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ISBN: 978-1-9999858-1-3
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To Mum, Dad and to my boys, with all my love.
Biography
C. E. A. Forster, is a pen name and an anagram of Foster Care. The purpose of my writing with a pen name, as I hope you can appreciate, is to protect not just my identity but the identities of all the children I have cared for and will refer to. The book is factual, but all names have been changed.
I live in the UK. Aside from fostering, I live a fairly normal life. I go out to work, I pay a mortgage, I do all the fun but sometimes mundane things that most of us do day in day out. I never would have imagined that I could have written a book and I suspect that this is a one off so please just enjoy it.
This book was originally written for my own benefit, so that in my old age I would never forget the love and the laughter that being a foster carer has brought to me. I simply want to share it with you.
www.ceaforster.com
@cea_forster
Contents
Chapter 1: Introduction and a Welcome to My World
Chapter 2: Rookie Carer
Chapter 3: Pee Wars
Chapter 4: Counting the Cocoa Pops
Chapter 5: Pants, Shoes and Frozen Peas
Chapter 6: The Padded Cell
Chapter 7: Head First
Chapter 8: Mating Turtles
Chapter 9: Tea Time Topics
Chapter 10: My Lion Cubs
Chapter 11: The IT Expert
Chapter 12: Washing and Walking
Chapter 13: Hummus or Couscous?
Chapter 14: A Glorious Morning
Chapter 15: Excuse Me
Chapter 16: Kevin-says-no
Chapter 17: Pwsssh, ktcha
Chapter 18: Counting
Chapter 19: The Little Hole
Chapter 20: It’s Furry
Chapter 21: Love, Happiness and Laughter
Chapter 1
Introduction and a Welcome to My World
Claire!
. Then the voice from the trampoline at the end of the garden becomes slightly louder and more insistent, Claire!
. He knows he’s not meant to shout to me from the garden when I’m busy indoors and yet still the bouncing and yelling continues, Claire!
, with an elongation of my name that only a frustrated six year old can manage. It quickly turns to a Mum
bounce Mum
... until I relent with a pang of guilt at this choice of word and go to the back door, where I quietly yell back You know you’re not meant to shout at me from the trampoline
. Yes, you can quietly yell. It takes practice brought on usually by a feeling of parental or, in my case, carer humiliation but it can be done. It’s loud enough that he hears you but low, growly and hoarse enough that he knows he’s in the wrong and also you hope no one else hears you chastise him. Still, at the top of his voice and at his full height of bounce he shouts with all the volume he can find But Claire, it’s important
, bounce, we just need to know
, bounce,...what grows first
bounce, your penis or your balls?
....bounce.
Now be honest, do you actually know the answer to this question? Well, if you do, given the time on your hands right now to consider it, then you’re more informed than I was. I say this because while I had a fair idea of the answer, I wasn’t factually sure enough to corroborate it in a voice loud enough for my foster children to hear me at the end of a 40 foot garden, and without feeling that I was alerting my neighbours to the inadequacies of my pre-pubescent anatomical understanding. I raced to the trampoline, hands dripping with dirty dishwater, my face grimacing with a mixture of laughter, embarrassment and mortification and said as firmly and as sweetly as I could muster Can you please not shout from the end of the garden, the neighbours do not want to hear your questions
. So, what’s the answer?
Neil asked innocently as he and his older brother Owen stood looking at me through the safety netting where they were seemingly trapped until they had the required information. Well
, I said in a whisper, concerned that the birds or the bees might hear me, I think it’s your penis, because you’re born with that and you don’t really get balls until you’re a bit older; now if you’re finished on the trampoline you can go inside, we’ll Google it and then you can get ready for your bath
.
This event, a verbatim account, should probably fall somewhere in the middle of my story, but I will go back to the very beginning now and lead you through the trials, tribulations and sheer joy of my time so far as a foster carer.
You will know what foster care is, Google it if you don’t, and you can appreciate that the majority of what happens is confidential, so names are of course altered. For those who know me personally I will be easily identifiable as these are stories well told and told well to friends and family. I have been a foster carer for just a few years now. I’m a single carer; not single through choice but my Mr Right just hasn’t found me yet. I consider myself to be a fairly normal forty something year old although some might dispute this. I work full time, I had a dog called Ross who has since died and was soon replaced with another called Bailey and I have no children of my own. Put simply, I felt that rather than me add to the population of the world, I would prefer to look after and nurture those already born. I have absolutely no idea where this desire to care comes from but I find it the most rewarding experience and want nothing more than to share some of it with you.
This book was never intended as a memoir, biography or even a training or warning aid to potential foster carers. The initial purpose in my writing this was so that one day when I’m old and grey, a long way off yet, I will be able to read, recall and chuckle at these events. I started out with a big long list of occurrences, that then became this cathartic process of writing and the result is this book and my simply wanting to relay to you the funnier side to fostering.
Kids are kids, they should be allowed to be kids and without burden. I feel privileged to be a foster carer and children really are the most precious beings that any of us can get to know and love, but my goodness it can be testing.
Chapter 2
Rookie Carer
I was at work on a Friday afternoon when I got the phone call from social services that I had been waiting for but also dreading. I was a rookie foster carer, I had been through the lengthy fostering acceptance process to prove my solvency and sanity and was approved as a carer long before this first call came in. A pleading social worker asked me to take two brothers aged seven & six, Owen and Neil. I knew nothing about them or their background but took the bull by the horns and agreed that I would take them; I mean, how hard could it be and after all, this is what I was wanting to do, wasn’t it?
On the drive home from work it occurs to me that I’m not as prepared as I could have been. The beds are made up and ready but do I have toys or games for little boys? Do I have food in the house? What will they eat? What will they be like? All these unknowns are whirring through my head and then within minutes of arriving home the bell rings and my beautiful, single, care free life disappears in the time it takes me to unlock and open the door.
How had I allowed myself to imagine that these children would be likely to be shy, timid, nervous or quiet? I think someone had alluded to this in the various training sessions I had previously undertaken. I, or they, couldn’t have been more wrong and I could do nothing but observe in disbelief as these two boys burst into