Then I got a phone call that went like this, "Hey mom.... So we are at the ponds..... And we sort of lit a firework.... Ummmm ya. H wants to talk to you." heart pounding H speaking a million miles an hour "So we've already called 9-1-1 and they're coming and we tried to put it out and it started on a brick but it jumped off and then" "H! Stop! Are you guys safe?!" "Yeah we are moved back but don't know what to do." I asked how big it was. "Probably 60 feet..." I grabbed Carter and jumped in the car drove down and met them at the gate. *It was at this point I realize Carter doesn't have shoes on. Wouldn't be bad except all the star thistle...and they were a good 1/4 mile from the parking lot. Ug he is heavy.* The boys had run down and met me. We walked back to the fire. It was so big. I said a prayer of thanks they were okay. It was so big!
By the time I got there one of the boys was on the phone with his dad. He was sobbing. I could hear his dad yelling how he was going to jail and a bunch of cruel hurtful names. That's when the shock wore off and the anger kicked in. The kid is already terrified and he is 10 for crying out loud. Parents your job is to protect your kids not make them hate themselves! I don't care how angry/scared you are you are the adult! I took the phone from the kid and told the dad I was with them, we could hear sirens and the firefighters would be there soon and then I would take the boys to talk to the Sheriff for statements. I told him they were safe and I'm glad he remembered that was the most important thing. I hung up and hugged the kid who suddenly looked so small. I looked him in the eye, reminded him to breathe and told him how proud I was he called 9-1-1 and how very important it was to me they were safe.
The fire trucks got there. The wind kicked up. We had to back up. It moved so fast. We returned to the car, found out where the Sheriff was and drove to meet them. It was two Fire Marshall's that started with, "If you lie to me I will throw you in Juvie right now." Then he softened up. He explained he had to read them their rights. Ug. They interviewed them one at a time. *side note: Because I find humor in most things when one of the boys was being interviewed and was spilling his guts I was reminded of Chunk on Goonies.* We learned a lot of things. Things like kids under 16 aren't even allowed to have matches/lighters on them or it is a felony. Things like the one boy who was with them but ran away as soon as the fire started could very well be in more trouble than the rest. Things like boys who make stupid decisions aren't bad kids, just boys who make stupid decisions and sometimes they end up becoming Fire Marshall's Things like once the other dad pulled up with rage in his eyes the Fire Marshall's are there to also protect the kids. Things like it could have been a lot worse. A LOT WORSE. If it would have started 10 minutes later they wouldn't have been able to get it stopped before the wind pushed it into the houses. If it had been on the other side of the road we would have been responsible for paying for the emergency personnel who responded. An acre and a fourth was burned. No one was hurt. No businesses were evacuated. No homes were affected. It could have been a lot worse.
After an hour and a half in the 3:00 heat they sent us home with each boy holding a "ticket" which will be followed up with a meeting with a Juvenile Judge to determine what happens next. With the boys away the Marshall told the parents most likely it would be a warning.
So I've told you the story as therapy for me. Now to the part that caused the title of this post. The hardest thing for me as a parent is watching my child loose pieces of their innocence. Loose pieces of their childhood. I recognize this is a part of growing up that is necessary to make them adults. However, as a parent I want to protect and preserve this about them.
After we got home and had a long talk Tyler, hurt so deeply with his decisions, whispered, "I just wish I never did it. I wish I could go back in time and make better choices." I hate the fact that now he knows and recognizes remorse and regret so deeply. We talked more and I told him I had bad news, "This won't be the last dumb thing you do. You're going to make a lot of dumb choices in your lifetime. What I hope more than anything is you learn how to learn from this, never do it again and are able to forgive yourself."
We practice Love and Logic in our parenting so the best thing I knew for me to do was let him suffer the natural consequences and learn his hard lessons that come with it. We talked about what could have happened. He got physically pale. We talked about the seriousness of it. We talked about choices and consequences and how even when you make the choice you don't choose the consequences. We talked about how our actions affect others. He understands now. More than he ever did. He lost a piece of his childhood which he can never go back. He will be a better man once this is over, but never again the child he was.
Then I showed him President Monson's talk about starting the fire when he was 8. "Even the prophet made stupid mistakes, think of what a great talk this will make when you're the Prophet..."
I have a friend who says "Tragedy plus time equals humor." Apparently Tyler still needs time. He can think about it while he weeds the yard. He'll have plenty of time to think...
After an hour and a half in the 3:00 heat they sent us home with each boy holding a "ticket" which will be followed up with a meeting with a Juvenile Judge to determine what happens next. With the boys away the Marshall told the parents most likely it would be a warning.
So I've told you the story as therapy for me. Now to the part that caused the title of this post. The hardest thing for me as a parent is watching my child loose pieces of their innocence. Loose pieces of their childhood. I recognize this is a part of growing up that is necessary to make them adults. However, as a parent I want to protect and preserve this about them.
After we got home and had a long talk Tyler, hurt so deeply with his decisions, whispered, "I just wish I never did it. I wish I could go back in time and make better choices." I hate the fact that now he knows and recognizes remorse and regret so deeply. We talked more and I told him I had bad news, "This won't be the last dumb thing you do. You're going to make a lot of dumb choices in your lifetime. What I hope more than anything is you learn how to learn from this, never do it again and are able to forgive yourself."
We practice Love and Logic in our parenting so the best thing I knew for me to do was let him suffer the natural consequences and learn his hard lessons that come with it. We talked about what could have happened. He got physically pale. We talked about the seriousness of it. We talked about choices and consequences and how even when you make the choice you don't choose the consequences. We talked about how our actions affect others. He understands now. More than he ever did. He lost a piece of his childhood which he can never go back. He will be a better man once this is over, but never again the child he was.
Then I showed him President Monson's talk about starting the fire when he was 8. "Even the prophet made stupid mistakes, think of what a great talk this will make when you're the Prophet..."
I have a friend who says "Tragedy plus time equals humor." Apparently Tyler still needs time. He can think about it while he weeds the yard. He'll have plenty of time to think...