Chris and I were raised 5 hours apart, in similar but different worlds. I was raised on Green Valley Ranch near Rockville, MO on a commercial feedlot where every Memorial Day my allergies were sent into overdrive when we blew silage up into the silo. Chris was raised on Perry Farms in Bethel, MO where they raised purebred Angus cattle for sale to commercial producers and every 4th of July they baled straw for animal bedding. While our farming backgrounds are slightly different one thing remains the same in both operations… our grandmothers and our mothers…and while these women have every little in common they are very much the same….
they are blessed to be called the farmer’s wife.
The farmer’s wife…some may say it is a curse, others may see it as a challenge, I see it as a blessing. So yes the farmer’s wife may not take too may vacations with her husband and children (unless it is to the farm show or bull sale). The farmer’s wife may have eaten several evening meals alone in the dark. She may have nails, manure, needles, and soybeans in her washer. And the farmer’s wife may of spent nights on her knees because she didn’t know where her husband was during planting season.
But the farmer’s wife, though her life may not of been what she dreamed of on her wedding day, has blessed more people then she could have ever imagined. She’s always had a spot at her table, she’s burnt fingers in canning water, she’s rocked babies to the sound of a dryer bin, she’s kissed her husband despite the odor, she’s paid the bills during the drought, she’s loved God during the rain and the heat, and she’s supported her husband during it all.
To the farmer’s wife I am forever grateful…you taught me to use the oven, how to meal plan, how to laugh during the sad, how to get the manure out of clothes, how to give Jesus everything, how to never retire from climbing over fences, how to be grateful for the small stuff in life, and how to love with your whole heart. So to all the farmers’ wives…young, old, retired, new, or seasoned…Thank you!
Thank you for teaching daughters and raising sons, so we will forever have the farmer’s wife!
Until Next Time,