Tales from a Firefighter's Wife | She’s His Hero
When you hear the word “firefighter” what is the first thing that comes to mind? Perhaps a cute guy climbing a tall ladder to rescue a kitten out of the tree? Perhaps you’re picturing a supermodel with six pack abs wearing nothing but his turnouts? Better yet, maybe a guy with a mustache and a soot covered fire helmet, staring straight into your soul.
When I think of our firefighters, I think of grueling hours, sleepless nights, and selfless acts committed over and over, all in the name of duty. That’s not all, when I hear “firefighter”, I immediately think of his family. I think of the many hours he spends away from home. I think of his wife who often manages the household alone. The ever changing schedule and routine for his children. The way she feels like she has to take a back seat because he’s out saving lives.
He comes home tired and stressed. He can’t connect. She’s frustrated, angry, fearful. I can’t tell you how many times I have heard this story. He’s everyone’s hero, but is he hers?
After a decade of marriage, I can confidently assert how easy it is to ignore the realities of firehouse life. He rarely talks about work and I build walls around my heart. Even though we are both trying to protect the other, it’s damaging. He comes home and needs to rest, wants to forget, and tries to protect me from the harsh realities of his job. If I am being honest, I want to live in my ignorance of what he has to do, how many close calls there have been when duty comes a calling. Ignorance is bliss. I mean, it’s obvious that neither of us can be stressed out all the time. It wouldn’t be healthy for our children. On the other hand, there has to be common ground, balance (if that is a thing). After 11 years, we still struggle, but it’s better. He has learned that he has to share about his day, even if things have gone sideways (because they do). I have made a concentrated effort to involve myself in the fire service. Ignorance is bliss unless it’s causing mindless misunderstandings, anger, a lack of reverence, understanding and ultimately leads to a lost connection between us.
Men fear inadequacy. For them, failure is scarier than running into a burning building. He has to meet everyone’s expectations and attain their approval. A man’s most important need from his wife is respect and admiration.
He may not want recognition or to be admired by his community. He may not even require it from the people he works with, but make no mistake, we wants to be thought of a hero by his wife. He needs to know that she believes in him. He needs her to know that he is capable of greatness. He needs to hear words of admiration. It is especially imperative to those who must do courageous things for a living, that they receive words of encouragement from their spouse.
If all I choose to see is a train wreck crashing through my door at the end of a long 72 hour shit, then that’s all he will ever be. If all he ever receives are complaints, he will stop trying as he will never make me happy anyway. It’s easy to dish out disapproval, it’s much more difficult to find something kind to say. Laying blame and being impossible to please will result in a husband who has given up altogether. Women have an innate and beautiful ability to nurture, care, empathize, and mother. However, if respect isn’t freely given to our firefighter, we get stuck in a rut of control and nurturing can be taken to an extreme. He doesn’t want to be mothered by me. That’s the last thing he needs. I have to give him enough space to be a man even if sometimes it feels like he is just another one of my children. Unless of course, I want to smother him. Then by all means, I could stay in mothering mode. In order for the relationship to thrive, I must step into the role of being his top fangirl. If I want him to be the best version of himself, I have to be willing to be HIS hero.
But how Chelsi? How am I supposed to do that?
✔️Go to the firehouse, learn what he does there.
✔️Open up his latest Firefighter Magazine, read some articles. Listen to firefighter related podcasts, watch fire related youtube videos. Educate yourself about his work.
✔️Go to social events that involve the people that he works with. Connect with other women who are in relationships with the guys he works with. If there aren’t regular social gatherings, start them! Surround yourself with people who understand exactly what you are going through.
✔️Join the auxiliary if there is one.
✔️Attend a class with your firefighter. Educate yourself about danger and trauma and how they affect his every day life. So when that little black rain cloud follows him home (because it will), you’ll know how to help.
Mr. & Mrs. McFadden
Circa ‘09
Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the assessment that something else is more important than fear. -Franklin D. Roosevelt
Recognize that to the world, he is distinguished for his bravery and selflessness. Then, become his hero at home.My husband may be everybody else’s hero, but I am his.
Chelsi has been navigating the rigors of being fire wife and loving her firefighter for over 11 years. She is A DESTINATION ELOPEMENT AND COUPLES PHOTOGRAPHER BASED IN FORT BRAGG, CALIFORNIA. SHE LOVES TO TRAVEL AND WILL GO ANYWHERE TO CAPTURE YOUR LIFE'S SWEET MOMENTS. SHE LIVES FOR SEEING THE WORLD, CAPTURING AUTHENTIC LOVE, AND MAKING PEOPLE FEEL FABULOUS. HER STYLE IS AUTHENTIC, REAL, AND EMOTIONAL. SHE BELIEVES IN LAUGHING TOO MUCH, SINGING TOO LOUD, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY LIVING LIFE TO THE FULLEST. CHELSI PREFERS CAPTURING EVERY SINGLE AUTHENTIC BEAUTIFUL MOMENT THAT EVOKE EMOTION OVER PERFECTLY POSED PHOTOS.
Tales of a Firefighter's Wife| Things Every Firefighter's Wife Should Know
I met my husband 12 years ago. I can remember it like it was yesterday. He was interviewing for a position as the pastor of our church, giving the sermon that morning. I walked into church expecting to see our regular minister, but instead was greeted by a strikingly handsome man with blond hair, blue eyes, and muscular arms for days. If I’m being honest, I didn’t care for his goatee but I could let that go for those arms. Ahem, I digress.
I had no expectations of ever finding Mr. Right as I was single parenting my one year old son then. I had a lot of baggage that I was carrying around with me and I didn’t feel worthy of a partner who would love and cherish me. How could anyone love me with all my imperfections and flaws?
God had plans and boy was I ever wrong.
There he stood that day.
Right in front of me.
Welcoming me to the church with open arms and secretly crushing on me at the same time.
Little did we know that his interview with the church would turn into a lifetime commitment to each other just a short year later. I had no expectations of what marriage would be, other than what you see in the movies. Romantic dinners for two, white linens, clean floors, brunches with friends, and long walks on the beach. And while some of those things happen occasionally, they do not make up even the majority of our marriage. It isn’t snuggling by the fire drinking wine every night or even those sappy interactions that you see in the movies. and to be clear, there was no honeymoon. I had a baby that could not be left behind.
When I met him he was in graduate school progressing through a masters degree in divinity. I had no idea he was also a firefighter. I mean, being a pastor’s wife doesn’t sound so bad. Right?!? Well, he decided that he could not support a family on a pastor’s salary and God was leading him to something else entirely. At the time he was trying to be a firefighter and a pastor and it wasn’t serving him or anyone else well. So, he put down his bible and took a job with Cal Fire. and friends, the rest as they say, is history. Oh, no? Not quite.
From the outside looking in, one may think we have it made in the shade, it’s easy street, we’re the lucky ones. I have been asked more times that I can count if I married him for the uniform. Clearly not. Those arms, maybe, but not that uniform. and if I’m being honest at first I despised it for taking him away from me for extended periods of time. I felt like he was married to the job more than he was to me. So today, I want to quash those pesky fantasies of what being married to a person in uniform is like by telling you my experience with it for the past 11 years:
Marriage is taking out the trash yourself because he’s stuck on shift again.
Marriage is piles of laundry that will never get folded.
Marriage is Netflix and chilling alone at night because he’s on duty.
Marriage isn’t sexy abs and biceps, but it is a choice to be selfless and understand that the needs of the many outweigh my own.
Marriage is knowing that even though he’s well trained for his job, things can and will go sideways. It’s the reality that one day he may walk out that door and never come home again.
Marriage is taking care of the kids when he is away. It is listening to them ask over and over when he is coming home.
Marriage is driving 3.5 hours to visit him at his station because you haven’t seen him in 20 days just to find out he will have a day off tomorrow.
Marriage isn’t fancy dinners for two, it’s pizza at the firehouse with his brotherhood.
Marriage is a decision to tune out the chaos of fire season and just breathe.
Marriage is masking my own worry in order to comfort the public when their world is burning down.
Marriage is being rock solid even when you feel like sinking sand.
Marriage is trusting in a higher power to bring him home.
Marriage is believing that no news is good news in all catastrophic events.
Marriage is being his soft spot to land when he’s had a rough call, and knowing that he’s had his fair share of them.
Marriage is about seeing someone when they are most broken and loving them instead of trying to fix it.
Marriage is not wanting sympathy for the life we lead, it’s about sharing our experience so that the next generation does better.
Marriage is making time for each other because if we don’t schedule it, someone else will.
Marriage is knowing that even when he is away, I am the most cherished and loved person in his life.
Marriage is fulfilling his needs and sometimes having to find a solution for my own.
Marriage is loving myself first, so that I am able to feel loved.
Marriage is choosing to stay even when everything is telling you to run.
Here’s the thing, before I married my husband, I thought that this life looked pretty easy. I mean, how many people can say they work 3 days and then have the rest of the week off? I saw other fire families having 2-3 weeks off together to spend as a family and thought that was all the time. I pictured all the romantic parts of marriage and while those exist and are wonderful, most of what marriage consists of is sacrificing for the other person and choosing to love them through the icky and sticky parts of life.
I never really understood that love was a choice until one day about six years ago, I had to choose whether I would run or stand firm in our marriage. Until I broke under the pressure. Fell to my knees and cried to God asking him to help me weather what I thought at the time was the worst fire season we would ever go through. He had been gone a week. Today, 6 years later, a week seems so short. We’ve weathered 30-40 days at at time. I wish a week was the norm.
Being married eleven years brings perspective that a newlywed can’t even imagine. In the beginning it was thrilling to be waking up (most days) next to the person I would spend the rest of my life with. It was romantic just to sit and drink wine and play cards together or hang out in our beanbag chair watching the latest episode of Bones. But after 11 years, I am just happy when he walks through that door after his 72 hour shift unscathed. I am ecstatic when he doesn’t go to the latest campaign fire that burns down an entire town. I am happy to know he is sitting safe in his station putting a fresh coat of paint on the wall. I have no fantasies of romantic dinners or long walks on the beach. The only walk I care about now, is the one from his truck to the doorway when he returns home safe from his last shift. Every single time he comes home to me, I am thankful.
Marriage is the hardest and most beautiful thing I have ever done in my life. Loving one person through the highs and the lows, humbling myself enough to put my needs aside and take care of him has been one of the most rewarding thing I have ever done. When he is successful, I am too. When he celebrates an achievement, I celebrate with him. When he weeps over a lost brother, I weep too. When he has a tough call ( and believe me there have been too many) I experience it with him. And friends, that’s what marriage is. It’s hard and rewarding choices mad every single day to honor the commitments that we made 11 short years ago. and just in case you were wondering, we committed to spend the rest of our lives together through sickness and health until death do us part. Choosing to love him even when it is hard, feeling his love in return, choosing each other every day, trumps romantic walks on the beach any day of the week and twice on Sunday.
Now, I would love to hear from my married readers, no matter how long you’ve been married, what is one thing you have learned about marriage that you think may benefit our newly married couples to hear?
Photos by: Lindsey Roman
CHELSI IS A DESTINATION WEDDING AND COUPLES PHOTOGRAPHER BASED IN FORT BRAGG, CALIFORNIA. SHE LOVES TO TRAVEL AND WILL GO ANYWHERE TO CAPTURE YOUR LIFE'S SWEET MOMENTS. SHE LIVES FOR SEEING THE WORLD, CAPTURING AUTHENTIC LOVE, AND MAKING PEOPLE FEEL FABULOUS. HER STYLE IS AUTHENTIC, REAL, AND EMOTIONAL. SHE BELIEVES IN LAUGHING TOO MUCH, SINGING TOO LOUD, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY LIVING LIFE TO THE FULLEST. Chelsi PREFERS CAPTURING EVERY SINGLE AUTHENTIC BEAUTIFUL MOMENT THAT EVOKE EMOTION OVER PERFECTLY POSED PHOTOS.