I have to admit I don’t often think of myself as a farmer. In recent weeks, I have been reflective about the farm and how far my husband and I have come in a quarter of a century. I guess it really goes back further than that.

I was raised on a farm.

I have always been a farm girl.

There were many opportunities to stack hay, feed cows, drive tractors and ride in big equipment. It was just our way of life. Looking back to my high school years, I had my own small cattle herd. My parents helped me get started and encouraged me throughout those high school years. When other kids got after school jobs, I already had one. When it was time for college, I was able to sell my cattle and pay for a great deal of my education. I guess that is what farmers do.

After my husband and I got married, we grew our own farm. We acquired acres for crops and continued with a cattle herd. I have worked along side him, driven nearly all the equipment and vehicles, worked with the cattle and made financial decisions. There again, it is just our way of life. It really didn’t sink in until one day when my husband went to the local elementary (where I work) to talk about harvest to Kindergarten students and he introduced me as a farmer. They kids said, “She’s a farmer too?!”

Out of the mouths of babes….I am a farmer too!