In my last post I mentioned missed suppers and bedtimes as a result of our full time, all the time lifestyle: farming. Farming isn’t a job where you work 8-5, it isn’t the same tasks day in a day out, it’s being a mechanic, a welder, a crop consultant, a heavy machinery operator, a market analyst, a bookkeeper, an estate planner and the list goes on. The hats of a farmer are many and don’t end when the sun goes down or the sun comes up. Farming is a lifestyle; we literally eat, sleep and breathe it. Long nights in the dryer shack are proof of it. Join us in fall when sugar beet harvest runs 24/7. We don’t clock in and we don’t clock out. Farming is all of the time.
So when Mr. Farmer misses another supper due to our lifestyle I remind myself how fortunate we are to be providing a safe food supply for millions around the world. One look at my littles keeps my grounded as I know we have much to be grateful for even if Daddy is missing supper and bedtime on occasion. This is a lifestyle that we have been somewhat grandfathered into. It has been passed down from generations who knew nothing else but this farming lifestyle. My hope is that we can continue to live this lifestyle while inspiring our children to do the same so that people around the world can be provided the nourishment to live.
I'm Lisa, a farm wife turned city slicker. A child of God, wife and mother. I'm a dreamer relying on God's grace to get me through.