Don’t Shame Me, Just Ask

Uncategorized Nov 18, 2019

I was honored that Erika asked me to be a guest blogger. It is out of my comfort zone, big time!!! I have been asked to talk about our farm before, but have always thought, “why would anyone care to hear about our farm?”. But, people do.


I wish social media was always used for good. I wish people would listen, ask questions, and learn to accept some other ways that people live.


Have you ever wanted to share something on social media but felt a little apprehensive about what others might say and think of you? I know I have, a lot! Whether it's about our farming practices, son's showing animals for 4H or FFA, hunting, or being a police family.


I am an only child that was born and raised in the suburbs of Chicago. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would be a farmer. My family and I did a lot of traveling. After graduating, I became a flight attendant. “Red tips and red lips” was the motto. I laugh when I think about that now!!


My husband and I have been married for 22 years. We have two sons, ages 18 and 12. We farm a little over 400 acres in Eastern Washington State. We are first-generation farmers raising grain, hay, cows, and pigs.


My husband works in town as a police lieutenant. He is counting the days until he can retire and farm full time. I stay home and do the farm chores, shuttle kids and equipment around, doctor and birth animals, etc. We launched a website last year So I have been trying to keep that updated.


Since we don't have family near us, I enjoy posting pictures and stories about our farm. But, there have been times after posting a picture, so-called friends shamed me.


It made me feel like I am a bad mother, a bad farmer, and a police wife. I wish people would just ask questions. We live a different lifestyle. A lifestyle that not everyone can do. I get that! I love talking about our little farm. I love explaining why we do what we do.


I love hearing stories. Old stories, new stories, and future stories. We are living our story right now. I do my best everyday to be humble and kind (as corny as that sounds).


I am proud that we are raising two young MEN. Young men who care about the land and the animals that graze on it. I am a proud farmer.


I no longer have “red tips, red lips”. Sometimes I have dirty fingernails (a lot of times), hair in a hat, muck boots that have many different kinds of manure on them. And that is O.K.


So, the next time you see me posting about my sow farrowing in a crate, the big buck my son shot, my crying son because he is selling his show pig at a 4H sale, death of a newborn calf, ask me! I would be happy to talk about it.


“You cause the grass to grow for the livestock and plants for man to cultivate, that he may bring forth food from the earth” Psalm 104:14


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