Harvest: A Farm Wife’s Perspective
I remember growing up on my parents farm, every summer I would nag my Dad about how he was never around. His response to my nagging was always “just you wait, one day you’ll marry a farmer and you’ll understand.” I always would roll my eyes back at him and say I will NEVER marry a farmer.
… Ya, you all know how this story ends! I remember when I first started dating Davin and introduced him to my Dad. Pretty sure that was one of the biggest “told you so” moments of my life so far! lol.
You’d think since I grew up on a farm (and went to University for Agribusiness), I’d know the ins and outs of farming and be prepared for the type of lifestyle adjustment it is as a farmer’s wife.
NOPE. I still get whiny, upset, and just down right tired of how little I see my husband every summer. Especially right now – when we are in the middle of harvest.
For those who aren’t familiar with farming, harvest is the end of the growing season when it’s time to get all the crop off the ground and into the bin. It can be a really stressful time for farmers – it’s a pretty time sensitive window and if you have a lot of crop to get off it can make for some really long days and nights.
Not gonna lie, it didn’t get easier after having Violet. Raising a tiny human is tough – and that’s when you have the kind of husband that I do. One that is always helping without being asked with the parenting tasks! There are days this time of year that I wish we could just fast forward to winter. I can’t imagine how farmer’s wives with more than one kid do it – I’m going to need coaching from all of you out there when we have a second child.. lol
But even in the darkest of times (cough, harvest) of being a farmer’s wife, I still am so proud & happy with the profession Davin chose. He loves the farm almost as much as he loves Violet and I – which is saying a lot! It was what he was born to do and everyone who knew him as a little boy could tell that from the beginning.
He is such a hard worker, and never stops until the job is done. I think that must be a farmer thing, because my dad is the exact same way. The first to show up and the last to go home.
I’m not gonna say that I’ll stop complaining about how little Davin’s around in the summer. Because I prob won’t! lol. But in the most stressful/exhausting time for him & the most lonely time for me – I will try to remember how fortunate I am to be married to a farmer. Someone who never quits, provides for us, and has more down time in the winter.
Stay strong fellow farmer’s wives – there’s always a tough beginning to this season, but there’s also always a celebrated end.