Children are darlings to all of us. Gransnet provides that common bond for us to express just how much we care about all children, not just our own. We are lucky to have cherished, protected children in our families. Being on the social work frontline gives you an even keener appreciation of your children, as well as the responsibility for ensuring you don't go home to them until you've done your utmost for the children at risk on your caseload.
What you can't do is sit at your desk and submit to fear, tears, sentimental thoughts about these children at risk (although it does happen more often than not) and feeling paralysed and helpless to act. Those children don't want or need soft and woolly social workers pretending everything is just lovely, it's those tough Rottweilers that everyone hates for taking their kids away, who have to steel themselves because parents, kids, neighbours and relatives are all shouting at you, telling you you're wrong - the child is accident-prone, the parents wouldn't hurt a fly.
Head teachers aren't taught how to assess risk to children like social workers or doctors are. They see children with explained injuries every day. Many injuries occur in the playground. I've lost count of the accident notes I've collected at school home time over the years. It's having a social worker IN SCHOOL that makes a huge difference. I have a friend, ex-probation officer, who works in three schools, safeguarding children all day, every day. The work she does with families is harrowing, but effective. There are 800 children to look out for, with a school nurse and two nominated safeguarding senior teachers in each school. There are few education area that have this provision. She is a link to social services, police and probation, and ensures schools are fully briefed, get feedback about child protection, she attends case conferences and she disseminates helpful safeguarding information to all staff, including after-school assistants and dinner ladies.
She's absolutely exhausted and often offloads about certain children she is worried about. She goes back to see families at night when she is uneasy. Finding a child sleeping on the sofa because the bed she was shown at 2 o'clock that afternoon actually belongs to two other siblings, or turning up to find the children have not had a meal. The wheel hasn't come off in over three years, but it could break her. And the daughter she cherishes often takes a back seat when it comes to mum's time. How sad is that?