Thursday, June 9, 2011

Ah, Summer-time!

Went for a walk this morning. The bugs were all buzzing about in the early morning humidity. When I returned, I sat in our tree swing for about half an hour enjoying the cool breeze and the chirping birds. I felt I had little reason to rush the day and almost dozed off. I came inside a few minutes after 8:00 and all but one of my children are still sound asleep. Most of them are already brown with sun and are most likely sleeping off all the fun we had at the spray park yesterday.

Yes, it is summer. I am so glad it has arrived!

- Vicki

Monday, June 6, 2011

We Are Farmers

So many people say how blessed our family is to live on and have a farm.  This is very true, though few of these people know the amount of work goes into farming.  Most see it as blue skies, green pastures, and a fun ride in a tractor.  My farm friends know the truth of the matter - good and bad!

However, one of the biggest benefits is that a farm is truly a family culture.  The other day, my 7 year old was speaking and said, "...we are farmers."  We.   Not "daddy."  How many 7 year olds will say, "We are computer programmers"?  What child will say, "We are teachers"?  However, children of farmers declare themselves to be farmers.

While a couple of my children do help out with some of the lighter farm-work, most of us don't touch a tractor, pick a rock, or plant a field.  However, we pray over the crops, go out to the fields to see daddy harvest crops, rejoice when land is bought and crops are in, discuss the weather and it's effect on the fields, etc.  I drive my husband back and forth to pick up vehicles.  We all see him run all over the place trying to do 5 things at once.

My children sacrifice time with their daddy.  In the two years they have been involved in a soccer league, he has seen one game.  He has missed at least one music recital.  We go on Saturday outings without daddy.  However, our children rarely are saddened by his absences.  Contrary to popular belief, they don't doubt their father's love for them.  Why?  Because they can SEE from the kitchen window exactly why daddy isn't able to participate in many things.  They see what it is that puts food on our table.  They see why he comes home tired at night.  They see how hard he works and are proud of what he does.

While there are hardships to being a farm family, they are outnumbered by the good things.  One of those blessings is the fact that, while other children have little idea what their fathers actually DO all day and wonder about where he goes, our children know exactly what their daddy does and feel a part of it.

While we don't work the land, our family is the support system of the farm.  Indeed, WE are farmers!