I have four boys…four rambunctious, crazy, wild boys. I thank God every day that we live on a farm, because I’m not sure town could handle them. Or maybe it’s that I’m not sure I could handle them in town. Without frequent visits from officers. And maybe child protective services. And calls from neighbors. And…well, I digress.
So how does being a farm mom rock? Let me count the ways:
- I get to deep-clean often. Like when someone brings in a bucket of toads. And drops them. In the kitchen. Near the stove. And fridge. And I’m too slow.
- I get new utensils and dishes often. Mostly because all of mine disappear throughout the winter and don’t reappear until it thaws outside and they’re found it what used to be a snow fort.
- I don’t have to talk to them about the birds and the bees. They learn about it every spring, usually with commentary from their uncle.
- I know when spring is upon us. Because it’s warm enough to pee outside. With pants ALL the way down.
- My kids will be expert drivers by the time the state says it’s OK for them to drive…just don’t ask me how they got to know so much.
- They understand the weather, and what it means to the farm. Rain doesn’t mean an event is ruined…it means the whole family gets to join in!
- Math is no longer some mysterious language that will never be used. They understand the importance of measurements (such as acres), area (field size), volume (bin capacity), etc. Math and science are definitely living and breathing on the farm!
- We learn creative problem solving – like how to get the wild barn cat out of the house without breaking everything.
- They also learn about teamwork – so Mom doesn’t find out about #8.
- They also learn about trust – and that a 3-year-old isn’t so good at it. See #9.
No matter what, these boys are my world. And I’m glad I can raise them in the best environment possible – our farm. They learn so much, but even more so, they learn how to become better people. They respect the land, understand hard work, and know where their blessings come from – I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
I’m sure I could add hundreds more, but I’d rather hear about your reasons why you love being a farm mom…or maybe why you’re glad you’re not!