Our fire department has experienced some changes over the past few months. There have been a few retirements, the promotion test and subsequent passing by FireDad. As such, some shifts have been moved around as happens when people come and go within the department.
As a fire spouse, I get nervous when changes to shifts come down the line. For six years, I have trusted FireDad’s shift mates to keep him safe. I know them. I know their families. I trust them with my husband’s life. That’s kind of big and scary to say, to put your partner’s life in someone else’s hands. But that’s what time does; you learn to trust the people your partner works with just as you learn to trust your own spouse to not be a total nitwit inside a fire. It’s a part of growth in the fire department.
This is my first shift mashup. I like that: Shift Mashup. It’s the new technical term. Embrace it.
But, yes, it’s my first Shift Mashup. One firefighter moved shifts a few weeks ago. On Tuesday, a different firefighter will move onto FireDad’s shift. I knew that things would be changing, but I didn’t realize that I was holding some anxiety about the changes somewhere within my body. I let go of all that anxiety the other day when I learned who would be moving onto FireDad’s shift.
He was in our wedding. I already trust him with FireDad’s life.
It’s not that I wouldn’t have trusted any of the other number of firefighters who could have been moved into that spot. But I know this firefighter. I know his family, his son. I trusted him not to be a buffoon at our wedding, and I trust that he won’t do anything too risky or stupid inside a fire. Where it would have taken me awhile to get used to someone new-new, I am automatically at ease with this Shift Mashup. FireDad is pleased as now he’s on the same shift with two of his best friends.
The Three Amigos (or Stooges, ahem), together at last.
They won’t always be this easy; I know that. But I’m pleased and not worried. I’ll take it.