Both my kids had just left home, I finally had a job I really loved, and we were eagerly looking forward to moving abroad. All that changed one Thursday afternoon, I came home from work and the phone was ringing, a voice at the other end said "we are removing your grandson for his own safety, can you take him", within 10 minutes there he was, scrappy, dirty and looking bewildered, my poor husband came home 45 minutes later to discover 2 policemen, a social worker and a health visitor, drinking tea in the living room. In a split second our whole life changed, all our plans were put on hold. 15 months later and we were asked to care for our grand daughter as well, less than 2 weeks before her birth. It wasn't a decision we took lightly, but we agreed. Little did we know that we would be put through the wringer, visits, contact visits, me giving up work, reports, more reports and a severe strain on our relationship. But we came through it, we are now the very proud carers of two beautiful children. If there is one thing I do miss, it is not the money, not my job and not my freedom. What I miss most, is not being able to be a nana, but the alternative does not bear thinking about. All I can say is, I am really glad I became a part of a very special group of people - Kinship Carers - it was so good to know I am not alone.