Do you love Angela Hart as much as we do? Then you'll want to enter our competition to win her entire backlist. Comment below with the hashtag #ThinkFoster and tell us what your favourite Angela Hart novel is! Competition ends on the 29th April. Full details in this month's LinkLines magazine (page 7). https://view.pagetiger.com/Linklines/Spring2018

NFA Wales wishes Sarah Naish all the luck in the world at her book Launch today! If you're struggling to give therapeutic responses to problem behaviours this book is for you! Foster with NFA and we will support you to foster therapeutically!

Congratulations to our new carers Neil and Claire! Welcome to NFA Wales

Apps that every carer and parent needs to know about! Feel free to share!

An Alternative Easter 'Twas the night before Easter, And nothing did stir, Mummy had wine It was all a nice blur. The chocolate was hidden, The children asleep, No drama at bedtime, Not even a peep The huge chocolate eggs, a nice tempting prize, Had sweetened the children to soon close their eyes. Apart from one house. The house on the corner had all its lights on, The children were screaming, the Easter Eggs gone! The eggs had been eaten, but NO ONE had seen them, (Just chocolate and handprints with sick in between them). The parents asked why, but the children denied it, (They knew not to say that the eldest supplied it). The youngest admitted he'd 'just had a lick' The dog wandered past, casually eyeing the sick. The parents soon tired of all the mad lying The blaming and shouting, the pointing and crying, 'It's just such a shame', Mum said- with sad face, 'As now there's no time for eggs to be replaced!' Next morning at breakfast their faces were sad, It looked like remorse- but Mum could not be had, She'd found the egg wrappers all under their bed No Easter eggs. 'Natural consequences,' she said. She shared in their sadness and nurtured their pain, Then later they went for a walk in the rain, And when they returned, they all helped to make, A rather nice chocolate Easter cake! (Which they then argued about). Poem courtesy of Sarah Naish, founder of the NATP (National Associaltion of Therapeutic Parents). Check out their FB page for tips and advice on how to manage children with complex behaviour!

STREET DANCE TALENT 🌟 Our young people did an amazing job collaborating with Unity Dance Company UK 🎵 🎬Take a look at their inspirational video below! #Dance #YouCanFoster #MakeADifference

For all carers struggling with children who tell lies.... this is for you! Written by Sarah Dillon © Founding Member of the National Association of Therapeutic Parents I am a first class liar and I tell lots of fibs I’m really quite different to most other kids I’m scared what will happen if I tell you the truth Will you beat me, reject me or just hit the roof Sometimes I truly believe my own version And soon you’ll agree without much coercion I’ll make you doubt what you see with your eyes I’m a master deceiver with stories and lies I feel like I’m evil, wicked and bad I’m scared of the fallout and feel really sad I’m trying to protect me and keep myself safe And avoid that rejection I see in your face I feel so alone and I’m drowning in shame I quickly decide who else I can blame It’s the only time I look into your eyes To make you believe there’s truth in my lies You often demand that I have to be honest ‘But it just wasn’t me’, I convincingly promise I’ve not nicked the money you’ve found in my pocket It fell out of the sky from an overhead rocket I say what I can to keep you on side I haven’t got morals and what the hell’s pride? I just cannot link cause and effect It’s part of my brain that hasn’t grown yet While you continue to stand and debate I’ve already decided on what is my fate You’re going to tell me to go pack my stuff I’m vile and disgusting and you’ve had enough Before you reject me and tell me to leave I’ve got another ACE up my sleeve Like a roaring lion that’s escaped from it’s cage I go on the attack with uncontrolled rage I’m so full of fear that you’ll soon start to see The hatred inside that I’ve got for me The look on your face just confirms what I know You really don’t love me and now I must go My only hope is that that soon you will see It’s all a result of what’s happened to me It isn’t deliberate and it’s not about you It’s a sad legacy from what I’ve been thru You need to just state that you know it’s a lie You know that I’m struggling and you’ll figure out why Remind me you love me and I’ve got a good heart Cos you’re very aware of my difficult start Tell me I’m staying and I’m not moving on Though you’re feeling quite sad with what I’ve done wrong Keep the consequence natural or as near as can be Or maybe it’s done more logically Whatever it is, be sure to see It’s bound up with nurture and real empathy As I need to build pathways deep in my brain To link cause and effect without too much pain This all takes some time and is hard work for you But the more that you do it, You’ll soon break through To the small shattered heart that sits inside me And the scared little child who needs a family Then my lies will reduce as I build up the trust That it’s not about me It’s now about us

Teach your children about consent using this clever "tea" video clip!

Well worth a look, a share and a discussion with your teens. So cleverly written. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Op14XhETfBw

Great little video clip for teenagers!