Thee Farm Wife

Thee Farm Wife

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

I find it hard to understand

women these days! What is so wrong about staying home and raising my kids, caring for my husband and cleaning my home? Do I need to come to every one of your play dates to make you feel more like a woman? Do I need to join every committee? Discuss every new trend? Compare my kids progress or delays with yours?

I guess I am a new pioneer woman. I mean, think about it, 100+ years ago a woman on the farm had little contact with the outside world. Church on Sundays, an occasional visit from the neighbors. No telephone, no texting, no internet...just living the life God gave her and raising her kids and her chickens. Getting up before the sun rose to tend her garden. Focusing on the care of her husband. Cooking three great meals a day. Was it an easy life? Duh. I'm not naive. But for me, it is the life I choose. It is the life I chose when I set out to find the Farmer.

Do I judge you for your career or your busy lifestyle? Heck no. All the power to you. I used to live in the rat race. Now, I'm the tortoise. Slow and steady wins the race. But when I say no thank you to your invite to the next "come look at the crap this lady is selling" party, don't judge me either. Don't call me anti-social. Better yet, write me a letter, I'm looking for a good old-fashioned pen pal.

Monday, July 9, 2012

Farm safety

Today's lesson is on farm safety. For kids. Adults ought to be smart enough not to do the dumb things they do. Believe me, I've seen the Farm Boys do the dumbest, unsafest things, but that is another tale for another day.

Here on the farm rule number one for all visiting kids and my own is
Because a farm driveway is deadly.

Rule number two is
Listen for tractors, ATVs, semis, trucks and cars.

Which brings me to rule number three and the real reason for writing this post
Yesterday, after church, the Farmer and I went to check on one of our driest fields, and there was a kid. In the ditch. Ambulance. Helicopter landing. This should not be. I flashed back to THAT day. The day my nephew rolled our Ranger. Six years old. And it was the most horrific day of my life. Only there is a happy ending to that story. He is alive today. Changed. But alive.

My mission is to prevent any family from ever having to go through what we did THAT day. We can't forget any of the details. We question our judgment. We ask God "WHY?" We see a kid in a ditch thrown from his motorbike. And we want to tell the world that these are not toys. Gravel is no place for a child to drive anything on. Life is too precious. And sometimes, they don't wake up. We were the blessed ones, God brought our nephew back to life. But why tempt fate?

Please, don't allow your kids or visitors to ride anything motorized on your farm! Share the rules. Teach them life lessons. That's why we live how we live. To change the world.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Telling the truth

This blog started out about five years ago as a way to keep our families up to date on the happenings here on the farm.( And the neighbors and their families oversees heehee) But it's become much more to me. It's become a way to help other farm wives know that they are not alone in their unique life journey. It is a different way of life. I happen to cling to the past. I want to be like some of the older farm wives I have met. I want to cook and bake and clean and feed my chickens. I don't care about play dates or being fit and trim or running a mud run. Whatever that is! I run in manure chasing cows, good enough for me. I want to raise my kids to be respectful and hard working. I want them to trust that their Dad and I know what is best for them. That means staying home and not running all over the place. It means having a schedule and going to bed at a decent time and waking up early and doing chores.

And, when I find interesting articles or books about our way of life I will post them. And you can bet I will give my opinion. That's just the way we are.

Happy Birthday, America. I still believe in you.

Monday, July 2, 2012

"We live in a great country. We are Americans," Jaiden White

One of the great benefits of country life is the week of the Fourth. Not the heat, or the extra stinky manure pile or the ragweed pollen. But at night, all around the horizon, you can see all the fireworks "in the world" - and my girls screech "oooooooooooooooooooh". I want to record their reactions sometime, priceless. We enjoy guessing what town, or farmer, is hosting the show. We watch for shapes and colors and listen for the booms. We don't have to deal with traffic or people who've had one too many. We stand in our yard and scan the skyline for the next burst of color!

Saturday night, Jaiden and I were outside. She's a night owl like her mama. I had to lift her up because she is too short to see over the corn field. But we watched fireworks for twenty minutes together. "Mama, why we see fire shoots?" "Fireworks honey. They are called fireworks." "Mama. why we see fire-worts?" "Because we are celebrating, we live in a great country." "Which country, Mama?" "America. We are Americans and we are celebrating because we are free." Miss Jaiden goes in the house when we are ready for bed. Jumps on the bed to tell her Daddy. "DADDY! We live in a great country. We are AMERICANS!" To which Daddy replies, " I know honey, now go to sleep."