You Know You’re a Farmer’s Wife When…

It’s hard not to compare yourself to others.

Especially when you’re a mom or a wife.

I often find myself trying to imagine myself in another persons shoes.

What would it be like to have a husband, who works a nine to five job? What would it be like to live in town and not have to drive to town everyday? What would it be like to drive a mini van rather than my truck? How different would my children be if we didn’t live in a rural environment?

I can go on and on.

However, I wouldn’t change my life no matter how many things I imagined.

Today I was tossing around the idea of how the environment we are raised in, relays into every aspect of our lives.

I love living in rural america. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Often times people can sort of categorize others or themselves in to different categories…

Farmers, Ranchers, Rednecks, City People, Hippies, Gypsy’s, etc.

Today I spent a lot of time thinking about what makes me a farmers wife—other than the fact I am married to a farmer (that is first and foremost the biggest contributor).

 

You know you are a farmer’s wife when…

Instead of running clothes to the dry cleaners, you find corn kernels and bolts at the bottom of your washing machine.

You can tell whether a semi is a Peterbuilt or Kenworth when you pass it.

You can tell what truck is getting ready to go by your house by the sound of the tires or exhaust coming down the road….(not all trucks but there are a handful that I know).

You do a happy dance when it rains, but still feel bad for your husband if he has to get out and feed or it delays a day of planting or harvest.

All family events revolve around the weather.

Your kids first words include tractor.

Your wardrobe consists of flannel, jeans, and ball caps.

You drive a truck rather than a mini van or SUV.

Fall is your favorite time of the year- because of harvest.

You name your child after a farm implement **KINZE.

80 percent of your date nights with your husband involve riding in a tractor or feeding cows.

When you tell the kids to be quiet so you can hear the market prices on the radio.

When you find reading Farm Journal or the Cattlemans Advocate enjoyable.

You know the difference between- Asgrow, Chanel, Pioneer, Dekalb, Lewis, Producers Hybrids, etc.

The list could go on and on.

People judge and classify people all day long. The truth is, we are what we are, and no one can change that no matter how hard they try