Loss and Parenting: The Fire
Today I’m excited to be writing for the wonderful Lauren Thompson of Loving Marshall, for the second installment of our monthly series on Loss and Parenting. Here is an excerpt, but to read the whole piece, click here.
When I was 17, I stayed up all night, watching bad TV news about a forest fire tearing up the foothills where I grew up.
We had gotten tidbits of information all day: that our whole neighborhood was evacuated, that the flames were nowhere near contained, that firefighter crews from all over California had been dispatched to help. My dad and brother had hiked in that afternoon, past the firefighters who blocked all residential access, to rescue our two dogs who were trapped in the house. They said the smoke was so thick they could hardly breath.
I knew in my heart that night what had already happened. But I hoped for the best, and I prayed for a miracle. Then on the 11 o’clock news, I saw a split second clip of what I recognized as our home flattened to ash.
Fast-forward almost 10 years, and I rarely think of The Fire. My parents have since rebuilt, beautiful trees have grown from the ashes, and I’m hardly suffering from continual feelings of loss.
Each experience is a chapter in our story, and each chapter adds to the rich narrative that is our life. As a rookie mom, I have a newly heightened sense of how the earlier parts of my narrative have grown into the themes of my life. In a quiet, subliminal way, The Fire affects the way I mother. READ MORE…