This is the story of a tree.
Almost five years ago, we were searching for a house. It was an event we thought might never happen, since it had taken over a year for our first house to sell in a bad market. I was exhausted and hangry when we took a break from searching that day in Franklin. I was ready to quit, feeling overwhelmed with small yards and outrageous pricing differences. Our future felt so unsure. But there was something about this tree in the yard of a little white house in a simple listing I’d saved. It had these two swings hanging from it. Something about its nostalgic charm pulled us in.
We decided to give it a look. And we fell in love.
It didn’t make any sense, really. The house was too small for our needs and it needed a lot of work. A complete overhaul. But we saw potential, and we knew that we wanted a big yard to build memories and a life with our children.
When I look back of those first days, these moments are the ones I remember. How much the kids loved playing in the yard while we talked with high hopes and big dreams for our future. It was a scary leap for us, when we moved our entire business and changed the trajectory of our family.
But then we had these visions of our kids, playing in a yard. Swinging on a big tree.
When my parents saw the house, my dad proclaimed it to be a great climbing tree, and promptly did just that.
I snapped a photo quickly in between fits of laughter, and it became a running joke that we chose the entire house because of this silly tree.
So we took the leap. We started building a life here.
And as it so often does, that life really became a blur.
Call it divine intervention if you will, call it trusting your instincts. Call it delusion. But I believe we found this house for a reason. And the following four years became shaped by our choices. The new friends we made, the community we became a part of… It’s crazy to think it all started with a tree.
Under this tree, is where we took so many photos of so many first days of school.
And so many last days, too.
Under this tree, is where they posed on our first real live snow day.
I think this southern-born Alabama girl was happier about it than they were.
Under this tree, we had a few bike riding lessons and lemonade stands beneath its cool branches.
We caught fireflies in the evenings and shot fireworks in July.
We sat on the front porch and made memories and laughter in sweet, fleeting moments with family and friends.
And then we learned the tree was sick.
We worked so hard to save it.
We called in an arborist and took drastic measures. We received mixed advice and multiple opinions. But it was a game of wait and see. And unfortunately, it was too far gone by the time we had a definite answer.
To say there was a bit of a mourning process that we went through with losing it, would be an understatement.
Yeah. Call us sentimental.
We really loved that tree.
When our tree didn’t come back last spring, we knew we’d have to cut it down, but we waited. And waited. Branches started to fall. I think I was in denial, believing it could come back, and didn’t want to do anything too soon. But it became a bit of a safety issue. Jamin even mentioned removing it himself. To which I objected because of the time and energy something like this takes.
So we had one final snow a few days ago, and I went outside to take a photo.
Little did we know it would be the last.
Then yesterday, when we woke up, a team of people were cutting down a dead tree in our neighbor’s yard across the street. We reluctantly seized the moment, and paid them to take ours down, as well.
It was so sudden, but I knew I’d never be ready.
So before school with a crew of men waiting behind us, we grabbed one last, quick photo.
We were so sad about that tree.
But I guess it’s never really about the tree.
Or the baby clothes they’ll never wear again.
Or a new school year.
Or that collection of old drawings.
Or a sentimental Christmas ornament you stumble across each year, made carefully by little hands.
I woke up in the middle of the night this fall, with this realization: We’ve been here four years.
And then: We have four years left.
Four years until our oldest graduates.
I know when they leave, it’s not like parenting stops. But it changes. Kids grow. If you’re doing a good job, {and we know we’re imperfect in so many ways} they thrive.
It’s like teaching your own heart to survive outside your body with an underdeveloped frontal cortex, and is it just me, or is that kind of terrifying at times? Wings and prayers and good preparation with a side of occasional panicked meltdowns, with all the good stuff in between. We’ve been so busy trying to guide and parent, and sometimes we’re so in the thick of it, we forget to take a step back.
And breathe.
He goes to get his driver’s permit on Friday.
She turns thirteen Saturday.
And the youngest just doesn’t seem to need me so much anymore.
It’s a bittersweet hurt. An ache, really. One that will put a real lump in the middle of your throat if you dwell for too long. It’s beautiful and difficult and humbling and life changing, this thing we call parenting.
I want nothing more than for Emerson to beg me to swing with her again.
Instead, she wants advice on dealing with friends. She’s taller than me and asked for mascara before school this morning.
But it only gets better. The deeper conversations and thoughts and real amazing moments we get to see, because of all the hard work we’ve put in on the front end.
We’ve spent this entire last year in particular, surviving.
I don’t want to forget to live. To embrace. To cherish. To soak it all in. Because it’s really just all too fast.
So in a way, the loss of our favorite tree, felt like a final, fitting end to a rough year.
And a reminder of the fresh beginnings in a new chapter that optimistically lies ahead.
With hope in our hearts, we’ll plant more as soon as the ground defrosts a little. It won’t be the same. But it’s something new.
I asked Jamin to grab a slice of what was left, lying on the ground. God bless my patient husband and the fact that he spent over an hour procuring it for this stupidly sentimental enneagram 4. He had a numb back and aching hands when he was finished, to show for it. It’s such a beautiful shape. I love the idea of holding on to a little bit of a souvenir from the past four years.
This is about so much more than a tree.
It’s about the passing of time.
Of taking a moment to appreciate what has been and what is to come.
Of how much we’ve grown and how much we have to be grateful for.
Just relishing in those little moments.
And hopes for the sweeter moments with new sprigs of life, in the future.
And the next time I see a tree with an old swing hanging from it, I just may have to sit down for a moment, and swing.
This, is the story of a tree.
What a great memory! Thanks for sharing your journey.
Thank you so much
Beautifully written. I loved reading this. So very true! All of it.
This is beautiful.
I am NOT crying. I feel this SO much, and my Emerson turns 14 this Sunday, Sawyer is 15 and about to drive and only has 2.5 years left here. That realization is killing me lately. And it’s just been a really hard year to be a parent… Obviously, I have a toddler and there are challenges of being home with him, but seeing your kids understand and feel things, and miss their friends and the connections they have… UGH, that’s been so hard. I can’t fix things for them like I can for the little one. All I can do is be there and sit with them, perhaps from a swing in a tree.
What a beautiful story.
Beautiful tribute to the “tree”. I understand completely.
And I AM crying! Beautiful words!! We built a house at a certain location on a lot because of a tree and then…it died and had to be cut down. Then we moved to Auburn and same thing- biggest shade tree suddenly died and had to be removed. We were sick- felt cursed. But we made memories at old house and making them here! Life goes on, nature has its timeline.
Oh I so get it. We’ve lived in our little ranch for 16 years. We had a beautiful old oak in our front yard. So many memories, babies on blankets, swings, planting flowers, and saying goodbye to our old puppy girl too in it’s shade. During Hurricane Isaias it came down in the middle of the night. Somehow it fell away from the house, even protecting us while it died. It was SO hard. We didn’t cry for a few days- clean up and no power can do that do you. It was 11 feet in circumference and took almost all the neighbors and a tree crew to clear from the road. Who knows how many families had picnics under it. It was truly like saying goodbye to an old friend. Phew. xo
Our tree is dying. Yesterday another branch fell during a horrific wind and snow storm. It breaks my heart. I completely understand.
And now someone must be cutting onions in this room…😂 Such a precious story Ashley. Thank you for sharing! ❤
When I bought my house, I was single and unemcumbered. There was a gigantic ash tree in the backyard that I fell in love with. Sitting on the back porch with a cup of coffee was like being in a tree house. I fell in love, got married, had a baby, changed jobs and the tree stood. And then we found out it had emerald ash borers. And the tree had to come down because it was a danger to our house and to us. And then we found out the tree had Italian honey bees…but they were too high up to move and relocate. Taking the tree down nearly broke my heart. There is a new tree growing where the old one stood…a cataulpa…straight up out of the middle of the remaining stump. It’s been almost 8 years since the old one was removed…but I miss my big beautiful ash tree.
What a lovely story. So sorry about your tree. A huge oak tree in our yard died last winter. We used our COVID money to have it taken down, as it was close enough to our house to be dangerous. Fortunately, I had a friend who knew of a family lumberyard that turned fallen trees into furniture. We hired them, donated most of the wood and have a slab from our tree curing to become a live edged desk. I am glad you got a slab too.
All the best,
The Other Marian
Oh my! Your post touches my heart! In SO MANY WAYS. My kids are in their 30’s and I still grieve that they don’t need me the same way. We made mistakes but did a good job–they are successful adults. I love trees and still have fond memories of the trees and swings at my grandparents house.
Thank you for a beautiful post and all it evokes for me!
I understand all to well about your tree and the passing of time! I feel like my kids should still be teenagers(because I’m forever 35 in my head) but instead they are in their 30’s and my grandchildren are in their teens!! Time stands still and goes warp speed somehow simultaneously! I can’t believe you’ve already been in this house 4 years! My daughter’s family moved to Franklin- maybe someday I’ll bump into you!❤️
Cried like a BABY. So sorry for your tree…..I have a soft spot for trees myself….. but ugh. Growing babies. Thank you for sharing this story with us.
I have tears in my eyes and beautiful immages on my mind… Thank you so much for your beautiful text…
awe thank you so much for stopping by, Klenzie