There’s a term out there for wives of farmers this time of year. People call us “farm widows” but I’m here to put that term to rest.
The term “farm widow” deserves respect and is reserved for people who are actually that. The real farm widows. I tip my hat to them.
The term I’m talking about is the tongue in cheek phrase people use when referring to the farm wives who are left alone during harvest. People have called me a farm widow. I know they meant no harm, but…
Well, here’s what I think about that. (You knew that was coming.)
We’re in the thick of things once again, harvesting corn and soybeans here in Northern Illinois. It’s the time of year when stress levels run high, weather forecasts can make or break productivity, and a 12-hour work day is considered a short one.
I’m not a farm widow. I’m a mom, wife, farm wife, and a bunch of other things. Farm widow isn’t one of them.
I’m lucky I have the opportunity to feed my farmers every day, whether it’s a quick tailgate in a field or a drop and go meal. Five minutes of time is better than nothing. At least I know our farmers are eating something good.
I’m not a farm widow – I’m a mom holding down things on the home front while my farmer works long days and nights to support our family. He comes home at the end of each day. I may see him for just a few minutes before he showers and goes to bed, but at least I have him next to me.
Is it lonely? Yes. Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes. Even our dog is lonely. But I’m pretty sure it’s no party working those long hours in the combine, grain cart or semi, either.
It’s frustrating when friends or family don’t understand the harvest dynamic, and I get that. How would they know? Unless you’re involved in a farming operation it’s hard to fathom how much harvest temporarily alters your social and family dynamics.
I’m telling you now, find a farm wife friend, an online social group – something that will keep you connected to the outside world. Heck, send me a message! I’m just as lonely as you are. My point is, stay in touch with someone, somehow, to keep yourself sane for these weeks or months. Obviously, I speak from experience here. I’ve tried to go it alone and it’s not pretty.
Is it difficult shuttling around four kids? You bet your bacon it is! Thank goodness for relatives, neighbors and friends for helping shuttle our kids along with their own when I can’t be two or three places at once.
We’ve got sports events, student council meetings and dances for the big kids. Let’s talk about homework. Actually, let’s not.
The little kids have preschool shuttling, bath time, nap time (which by the way, seems to be diminishing and I’m like NOOOO!!) and all four kids ALWAYS expect dinner so I do that too. That’s what mom’s do.
The days are looooong. Everyone wants a piece of me. It’s a blessing, albeit a noisy, tornado sort of blessing somedays. When they go to bed I shut off the TV and sit in the silence for just a few minutes so I can enjoy quiet. Sweet, sweet, quiet.
And let’s talk about daylight saving time, or not saving time, or however it is that works. All I know is this – when the time changes it feels like 9:30 pm when I’m cooking dinner. I’m really ready to put my pajamas on by 6 pm. Why, why, why??? Why does it have to be so dark when I’m lonely and my farmer is stuck working his butt off in the dark? It’s like a cruel punishment that doesn’t make sense to me.
But here’s what makes sense.
I’m know right where I’m meant to be and there’s peace in that. I’m proud of what our farm family does. The long hours our family farmers work is a badge of honor and they wear it proudly. I support them 100%.
It takes a special person to do what farmers do. They love the land, they care for it using the best ways they know how. They nurture soil, crops and take care of massive equipment. Acres and acres of land is a lot to carry but you better believe no one can handle it like a farmer.
I’m a proud farmer’s wife, a farmer in training, a wife, a mother, counselor, resident butt wiper, home cook, dog sitter, and a bunch of other things rolled into one. But I’m not a farm widow.
If you’re feeling lonely this harvest season, remember – you’re not alone. We’re all in this together, no matter where you are – and harvest doesn’t last forever. Stay in touch with someone. Give your farmer a quick call or text to let them know you’re thinking of them. Stay busy, stay positive, stay in touch.
I wish you and all farmers a safe and bountiful harvest! And I look forward to hearing from you soon.
Made with love,