Not-So-Normal Mom

We can see the fire if we step outside. It really is quite unnerving. Yesterday, we went to work in the morning until they sent us home. The winds were whipping around and my hair was flying. The scent of ash and smoke was in the air, and I suddenly thought of the movie Firestarter. I felt almost powerful. I can't really explain it. Then, we were called to pick up the boys. Three boys, three different schools. All of them were complete chaos. Parents were freaking out, kids were relishing the excitment and fear in the air. This is something that they can talk about with their friends when it is all over...Where were you when the fires were threatening our schools, our homes, our businesses? My feeling of power soon gave way to feelings of powerlessness as I looked out and saw the fire creeping over and down the hill. It is right by where we got married. It makes me sad and reminds me that life is treacherous.

We are not supposed to use our cell phones, but it's hard not to want to call everyone you know just to find out if they are okay. We have packed the van with our papers, photos, and overnight clothes. I let the boys put a bag together with their keepsakes, just in case. They are worried, and we do our best to explain things to them, but they are worried about their friends, their schools, and their "stuff." My oldest asked me if I had my most prized posessions packed away in the van. I looked at him and told him that my most prized posession was standing right in front of me, and I will make sure he is safe. All I care about is that we survive. The rest is just "stuff."

My heart goes out to everyone who is in danger. Be safe. And if they tell you to leave, get out!