It is official. After the testing, interviews and waiting - my FF will be entering paramedic school in September. I couldn't be more proud, but he seems to be dealing with mixed emotions. He has not had that big fire. I think he is afraid he will miss out on it or get rusty if he is in the box for a few years. I am certain he will be just fine. I am also looking at it from a practical aspect. We have lost $32,000 combined in salaries. I left the public schools in order to be able to afford a private education for our kids and he left the public schools in order to follow his dreams. Any money we can get back will help make life a bit more comfortable. I am also looking to the future. My FF came into this life a bit late in the game - he is 35, his classmates are in their 20s. He would like to work as long as I am working, but I am not sure he could fight fires that long. I am planning on teaching well into my 60s - I enjoy it. I am not planning on being a 55 and out kind of gal (although I would be teaching for 34 years if I did!). If he is a paramedic, when firefighting gets to be a bit more physically than he is comfortable with, it allows him to work a bit longer. I think it is a good move for us. He agrees and is looking forward to being the paramedic that gets put on an engine in a few years - best of both worlds.
What is interesting, however is the schedule change. He will be going back to a quasi normal schedule - 8 hours days - and I am not sure I will like it. Ironic, isn't it? Mind you, he is on a schedule that includes 3 out of 4 days ON starting this Friday, so I might be singing a different tune in a week. I think I might have actually begun to adjust to this wacky schedule. I have started scheduling kids' appointments and having time scheduled when he can take the kids for me, etc. This '9-5' schedule will be going on until the new year when he finally gets back on a rig. Never thought I would be actually miss this goofy schedule! But - on the bright side, he will be home for all of the holidays AND for the 2 kids' January birthdays.
So, now we are on to this next phase of our journey as a fire family. I am certain that this will be a much smoother transition. I have adjusted a year of curriculum to pull from and am starting from scratch for next year. I have learned how make things work, get the kids going, who needs to do what. I will also have all four kids in one place, rather than having to drop each of the girls off at a different location before the boys and I begin making our hour journey to school.
Please join me as work to make sense of my life as a fire wife. This is his TRUE calling. He was a tremendous elementary school teacher, but this is definitely where he sees himself happy. This is my journey to acceptance and support for my husband's dream job come true. Real, sometimes raw and almost uncensored. "When you pass through the waters, I will be with you. . . when you walk through the fire, you will not be burned. . .for I am the Lord your God"
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Good luck to you and your husband. Medic school is tough but worth it.
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