When I married a farmer, I didn’t realize one of my biggest roles would be feeding people.
Years ago, Rich occasionally showed up at the house before noon, asking, “Could you make the guys lunch?”
Now, I anticipate before he even asks. There are certain seasons when he will need me to make lunch (or dinner) for our employees.
Lately, Allie has been saying, “I wanna be a cooker. Like you, Mom!”
Initially, those words stung. Is that all she thinks of me?
But, when I think about it, Allie doesn’t just see me as someone who cooks. She sees how we gather around our table, in the kitchen, or in the field—the food bringing us together.
Because isn’t that what farmers do? Farmers feed the world. And it starts with the farmer’s wife feeding the farmer.
(This was first posted on my Instagram, but I wanted it to have a home on my own space.)