It was a lovely Cape Town evening in the summer of 2007, and my girlfriend and I were driving to a friend’s small gig in the part of town where they used to do that kind of thing. I was looking forward to the evening’s plans: some beer, okay-ish music and good friends. What was not planned were the words that came from my girlfriend’s mouth en route to the venue.
“I want to be a temporary safety-care mom,” she told me.
I froze — and to understand why, you need some context.
My girlfriend always had a soft spot for children, especially those who needed help of any kind. So when a social worker friend of ours told us that her organization was desperately looking for places of safety for children in emergency situations, I could almost hear the gears spinning in my…