The other week, we had a little boy stay with us for a few days. He arrived with the biggest eyes I’ve ever seen — full of curiosity and a touch of worry.
By the second night, we were making pancakes for dinner (don’t tell my daughter!) and laughing over the silliest knock-knock jokes. It felt like we’d known him forever, even though we knew our time together was short.
I didn’t realise until then how natural it can feel to welcome a child into your home, even for a brief stay. It’s a different kind of grandparenting — not bound by blood, but by kindness and the wish to give a child a safe, happy space.
I’ve since been reading more about fostering and it’s made me wonder…
Has anyone else here fostered, even just short-term, as a grandparent? What was your experience like?
Good Morning Wednesday 13th May 2026
Being asked for an honest opinion
To be really irritated by chefs over praising their own food?
