Sometimes the hardest thing is letting go of someone who you fathered or mothered.
This has happened a number of times in my life and it never gets easier.
We all like to know what our family are doing , are they safe , what are their ambitions.
A foster parent has to relinquish this right at times and it can be the hardest thing to do.
So I take my hat off to those who are in similar situations and are trusting that everything is okay.
I suppose you view family in a different way once you become a parent. You take notice
of little achievements or accomplishments. Given that ours were teenagers you ask the
question Are they happy in themselves ? Do they want to be married? Have they
reconnected with the other adults in the community?