So, I’ve been a Foster Coordinator for almost a month. It’s been a bit of a rough ride. I nearly didn’t make it to week two. A lot of ups and downs and a very steep learning curve. And let’s face it — “hand-holding” isn’t my forté.
My attitude to cat rescue and fostering is that it’s all about the cats. I don’t believe in putting my feelings before what’s best for the cats. If fostering is about you, you’re doing it wrong, as far as I’m concerned. But it takes a village … and LOTS of foster homes to do what we do. So I’m willing to cut those, with softer hearts than mine, some slack.
Last week I went above and beyond helping one of my fosters get her kittens into a store. (Among other things it was a LOT of driving in rush hour traffic!) There had been some stalling and some high emotion from her daughter at having to say goodbye. I did it for the kittens though I had ulterior motives, too. I wanted the foster to see the store, meet the store coordinator, see how happy and settled the kittens were in their new, temporary home — hoping it would make things easier in the future. It went well and the kittens settled quickly.
The next day I got this message:
Thank you again for your efforts in keeping everybody happy: kittens and humans.
I asked Monica [daughter] how she felt and she said that you were so inspirational that she forgot about being sad.
“. . . she forgot about being sad.” !!! That may be the best compliment I’ve ever received! Though honestly, all I did was keep up a constant stream of chatter about fostering on our very long drive!