Fire drills. From preschool through high school, at least once a year, a fire drill broke the monotony of class—the anguish of a test for which I was ill-prepared, or the pleasure of a casual conversation with a good friend. Fortunately, schools made sure these drills were on sunny days and, unfortunately, never during final exams.
When the “all clear” bell indicated that it was safe to return to the classroom, we entered the building as our teacher patted our heads, counted us off, and told us to return to our seats. We were excited about what came next—a visit from Sparky the Fire Dog. Sparky was a Dalmatian that accompanied the fire chief around the school and, while Sparky’s energy (and rapidly wagging tail) channeled our focus, the fire chief’s deep voice resonated through the classrooms: “In case of fire, STOP, DROP, and ROLL.”
When we recited the words back to him in a manner that convinced him we were listening, the chief gave each of us a bright, shiny, red plastic firefighter’s hat. As honorary firefighters, he commissioned us to tell others: “In case of fire: STOP, DROP, and ROLL.” Fortunately, I never had to. Or did I?
Twenty-five years later, the tension, pain, and conflict in our family created anguish at a level for which I was ill-prepared. I found myself parenting in situations I never thought would enter the pages of my story and longed for the monotony of a “boring” day and the pleasure of a casual conversation with a good friend. The rainy days followed the sunny days and, sadly, we knew what came next.
On these days, parenting and self-help books scattered across the flat surfaces in my house served better as kindling for the consuming stress and fear of what would be left when the dust of the most recent test settled. My family was “on fire” and I choked on the smoke no one else could see. Repeatedly, I longed to hear the ring of a bell indicating it was “all clear” to go back into my home. One day, while on the porch searching for hope, the bright red fire hydrant in our front yard cued the distant memory of a shiny, plastic firefighter’s hat and the commission that accompanied it: “In case of fire: STOP, DROP, and ROLL.” (Amazing I could remember something from years earlier while having no idea where I put my car keys, wallet, or sanity.)
I was gasping for air and wondered how long I had been holding my breath. I did that often. It was time to get back to the basics and focus on what the average person does at least 17,000 times a day—
Inhale…Exhale…Repeat.
Simple, Safe, and Satisfying.
STOP holding my breath.
DROP what I am doing
And BREATHE.
In case of fire: STOP, DROP, and BREATHE.
– Allison Posell
Allison Posell is a voracious learner who discovers the world and people in it by asking questions, seeking and offering perspective, and sharing the dust on the road of life! Visit her on Facebook (Allison Hamill Posell) or Instagram (@mommypo).