Every time someone asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would answer, without hesitation, that I wanted to be a farmer. Of course, living on a farm had something to do with it. As a child, I could not imagine myself being anywhere but in our farm. It was the only place I ever wanted to be.
We were not rich, but I wouldn’t say we were poor either. But we had enough. We grew our own vegetables and we raised our own livestock. My parents couldn’t afford to buy us Barbie dolls, Nintendo’s or Hot Wheels when we were young, but it was alright. Nothing compared to our own farm toys and handmade figurines. We had toy tractors, farm houses, hay bales, farm animals and more! My brothers and I would fight over toy farm sets every Christmas. When we weren’t playing with toys, we would play outside—something which annoyed our mom to no end because we’d get ourselves and our clothes and shoes all dirty from the dust and mud. I remembered our mom gave up trying to dress us up all pretty because we would always get dirty after a few minutes.
I learned a lot of pretty random things at the farm at an early age. For example, crawling through barbed wire fences can hurt…a lot! My dad wasn’t kidding when he told me to stay away from barbed wired fences because we might get hurt. I also learned how to feed baby calves with bottles and how to tell the difference between a male and female chicken. I also learned that breaking in horses take a lot of time and patience; if you don’t build rapport with your horse, it will be hard to break him in. I could tell more things I learned at the farm but the list could just go on and on and I wouldn’t want to bore any of you with them.
One of the things that we were taught at a young age was to pray every day. My parents were devout Christians and they taught us the importance of prayer when we were still young. My siblings and I prayed for the most random things we could think about such as praying for the cow to give a safe birth, praying for rain after a long season of drought or for a good harvest. We prayed the minute we woke up, we prayed during meals and we prayed before going to bed.
The best thing about growing up in a farm?It’s eating home-cooked meals! Our momma, I swear, is the best cook around. She could make our troubles go away with all the yummy dishes she cooks. Our momma is not only a good cook but she’s an all around momma too! She cooked delicious meals, she knows how to run a tractor, haul a cattle and tend to sick livestock. Anything our poppa does, she could do just as well.
On the whole, I think even though we farm kids lived a simple life, we’re one of the luckiest kids on earth.