For a long, long time, the United States was a veritable breadbasket of fertile farmland.
Generations of small independent farmers worked the land, planting and harvesting enough to feed their families and turn a profit on any surplus, but today there aren’t many independent farmers left.
The ones that are left work harder than ever to keep the old-fashioned farmer’s ethos alive. They go out and nurture the land just like a parent nurtures a child, planting crops where they can, leaving land fallow where they need to, and even burning it all down when necessary.
That’s why it’s so important that we all take a moment to thank America’s farmers for all the hard work they put into tilling the land and reaping a harvest that will nourish the rest of us.
Katie Pugh, who is married to a farmer, used to wish he spent less time on the farm. Then, she realized what an impact her husband’s work has on the world.
She took to Love What Matters to share her thoughts on the topic, and her words are truly an inspiration.
Scroll through below to read them in full.
I snapped this picture the other night at the end of a long day. I was tired. I was irritated. I had sent my husband a text telling him that I knew it wouldn’t make a difference, but I wanted him to know that I was feeling fed up with how much he works and with all that I have to do everyday by myself.
The full time job, cooking dinner, bathing kids, weekend trips without him, keeping up a home, you name it I was resenting it.
I have to have these little moments once (ok several times) throughout planting and harvest season.
Then this happened. He came in, fixed his plate and sat down to eat all alone.
He was tired. He was hot. He was exhausted.
Rather than complain, he said he was sorry I was tired and felt that way.
Charlotte joined him and talked his head off and even ate most of his dinner. He didn’t complain. He shared, and it hit me.
Do I wish that we saw him more than an hour or so a day? Yes.
But, the love he has for his craft is something to envy.
Farmers work in a thankless profession. It’s always non GMO this and organic that, and let’s not even talk about the stress from Mother Nature.
This is a man who is working to uphold 4 generations of blood sweat and tears and showing his children the value of hard work and discipline.
So while I felt frustrated, I really should have felt thankful.
I got to sit down to dinner and hear all the stories from the day with the kids.
I got to give them a bath and hear their squeals and giggles.
I got to snuggle and love on them for 3 hours more than he did.
He is the one sacrificing, not me.
We will keep on keeping on until the next rainy day when we get a few extra hours with our hard worker.
In the meantime, the next time you slip into that comfy cotton shirt or eat delicious farm fresh food, thank a farmer.
Where would we be without them?
If this mom’s poignant words about her husband and his craft touched your heart, SHARE with friends and family, and don’t forget to thank a farmer!