Family Farming marriage Motherhood

The Long Days of Harvest

August 15, 2021

I’m tired. And I know the crew is too. I hate how easily I snap at the kids at this point of harvest.

In the brief moments when Rich is home, all three kids climb all over him, clambering for his attention. I usually stand in the background, watching. Partly because I love seeing how much they love him and miss him. But also because I don’t know where to start. What do I say that I haven’t had the chance to in the last month? It feels like I have everything and yet, nothing to share—all at the same time.

During the day, I listen to the conversations on our farm two-way radio. It helps me feel a bit included knowing some of what’s happening in the field.

A couple of times, Rhett has said, “Mom, the radio’s not for you.” At my lowest moments, I take this to heart. He says what I’m thinking, and I assume everyone feels about me—I’m not needed.

But, the other night in the field, one of our employees said, “Your meals are what get us through. It’s the best part of the day.”

In this season of my life, I often feel like I’m “just the cook” or “just the mom.”

But sometimes, a meal is more than a meal.

And a mom is always more than “just the mom.”


This was originally posted on my Instagram.

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  • Reply DaniL August 15, 2021 at 4:44 pm

    Love your words sweet friend.

  • Reply DaniL August 15, 2021 at 4:44 pm

    Love your words sweet friend.

  • Reply Judy August 17, 2021 at 9:26 pm

    Ah, Stacy, you make everyone’s life better! Just be you!

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