My family has fostered children for many years. I never grew particularly attached to the kids only because at the time my family had started fostering, I was a kid myself. If anything, I found a lot of them to be kind of a nuisance. As I grew older, however, I didn't mind so much. I was often in school so I avoided interacting with a lot of them. I don't hate them or love them...I guess it's just that same feeling you might have towards a friend's baby/kid.
There was one kid that came to our home when she was around 1 years old (give or take a few months). She stayed with us until she was about 3 years old, but she ended up moving away. I think my Mom had brought up some complaints to her social worker, but the social worker took it the wrong way (eg. a lot of school teachers often treated my Mom unfairly, the girl got sick a LOT when she began school, etc.) It caused a few problems and my Mom debated about having her transferred to another home, but changed her mind. At that point, the social worker didn't care and just decided to transfer her to the same foster home where her sibling was being looked after. That family ended up moving due to a job relocation. It's been roughly a year since she's left our home.
I don't know, but every time I think about it I do feel a little sad. I was looking through some photos just now and found some of her, and I started crying. I don't feel like she went to a good home (that foster parent always accused my Mom of doing weird shit). But the social worker was always very stubborn and there wasn't much we could do. I was hoping she would get put up for adoption or something, but I think something prevented that from happening (I'm not really clear of the details).
I usually don't connect to a lot of the kids that come in and out of our house, but I guess I did with this one kid. She was a bit bratty (she was two years old ) but always pretty cute. I remember even teaching her the Dragonborn call from Skyrim, too, haha; "FUS RO DAAAAAAAH!". I dunno. I think it's really sad just because she spent a lot of her early developmental stages here with us, so we kind of watched her learn how to walk/run more, talk, get potty trained, etc. While we've had kids stay with us longer, I think the fact that (i) she was a baby when she came to us, and (ii) I'm much older and more capable of understanding that "parental love", it's made this a lot sadder for me.
I think a part of me feels like we almost failed her? I just feel really sad when I think about it. I don't think it really hit me how much she had an impact on our lives until I saw some of the photos. I just hope her childhood isn't too broken from transferring between homes and that she's okay where's she's at. I hope she grows up to be an okay person, too. I'm sorry