The One Time Parentification Of A Kid Is Okay
This story is about someone who straddled the line between being a friend and being a friend of a friend. I knew her and her family, liked them, and wouldn’t have minded calling her a friend, but there is no doubt that I knew her mostly through a shared friend. As such, much of this story is hearsay coming indirectly from third parties, but I’ll do my best to retell it accurately.
[Friend] and her husband already had a teenager and a younger child, but they decided to become foster parents, as well. They put in a lot of work, going to training classes, getting their home inspected, and otherwise getting approved to foster. Their first foster child was supposed to be a baby girl with some extra health needs, but at the last minute, they found out they were getting her twin brother, as well.
Then, practically the moment the twins showed up at their door, [Husband] suddenly had something come up that had to be handled out of state. I don’t want to go into details as I suspect I’d get them wrong if I did, but all that matters was that it was completely unexpected, vitally important for him to address, and would keep him away for at least a couple of weeks and potentially longer. Meanwhile, [Friend] had some less severe life issues of her own come up to further distract her.
With the foster kids suddenly becoming a significantly larger strain on the poor foster mother than originally planned, there was serious talk of surrendering the twins back to the foster system, though apparently this region — possibly all regions out there — had a significant shortage of qualified foster parents, so the couple was worried about where the twins would end up.
Then, the couple’s fifteen-year-old son heard they were considering giving up on their first-ever foster assignment, and he wouldn’t hear of it. He begged his mother not to give the twins back and insisted he would step up and use his remaining summer vacation to fill in for the missing husband caring for the twins if his mother would keep them.
Everyone I spoke to agreed on a few things here. First, this was [Son]’s sincere desire, not something forced on him by his parents; in fact, they were the ones hesitant to ask their son to take on such a responsibility. Second, despite his youth, [Son] was great with the twins and really was putting a significant amount of effort into helping his mother to care for them.
Eventually, the foster family was at an event I attended. I’d already been talking [Friend], who was currently burping and trying to put the foster son to sleep. I then found [Son] trying hard to get a fussy and unhappy baby girl to accept her bottle. The kid looked tired in a way that suggested he had not gotten enough sleep last night, likely thanks to the tiny tyrant who was currently refusing her bottle.
Me: *To [Son]* “How are things going helping with the foster kids?”
His response was in a jovial tone but with a bit of strain behind the words that suggested to me that there might be a bit more honesty in them than he was letting on.
Son: “I found out a week ago that I was going to have to play father to two babies without warning, and they haven’t let me sleep yet. I’m still a virgin; I’m supposed to at least get to have sex before I have to deal with babies!”
Seeing he was tired and having heard how well he was helping out, I offered to take the girl from him to give him a bit of a break to enjoy the event. He pulled the little bundle into his body as if to protect her from me.
Son: *Hastily* “She’s fussy about strangers; it’s best for me to care for her.”
He was completely unwilling to give his burden up and acted quite paternal regardless of his complaints. In fact, he quite masterfully managed to get the finicky child to accept her meal and finally go back to sleep without needing anyone’s help.
In the end, the husband came back after about three weeks, and [Son] happily gave some of his duties back to his father — but not all of them. He still played a very active role in helping care for the twins until the day they had to surrender them back to their birth mother as toddlers, and he continued to be a significant help with all the other foster kids to follow until he had to leave for college.
The last I heard, [Son]’s post-college plans include becoming a foster father in his own right. I have every confidence he will be a terrific one!