I am the proud daughter of a dairy farmer; I was born and raised on a 50-cow farm. I can remember some of the fun times growing up, like walking in the cow yard with no shoes and feeling the squishing of manure between my toes and getting hit in the face with a manure soaked tail while milking a cow.
I had lots of chores to do, but those chores made me into the woman I am today. If you were to ask my mom what kind of kid I was she would say, “Oh that girl had spunk.” But, when it comes down to telling someone a story of how spunky I was it’s pretty hard to remember all of the things I did, or didn’t do.
When I had my children I vowed to write down all the funny things that they did so that some day when they had kids of their own I could tell my grandkids all the really poor decisions, or character-building opportunities you might say, that they experienced.
I have baby books for all of them and tons pictures. What I lack seems to be the most important: time to put everything together. I am the luckiest person in the world because I have a great mother-in-law, who loves to scrap book. So I give her pictures, report cards and small mementos of my boys’ childhood memories. She does the rest! Each of my three sons has their very own scrap book for each year since birth. The only two problems that I can see is, I’m going to run out of room for all these books and there are no stories to go with the pictures. The quote is “a picture is worth a thousand words,” but you still have to remember those words.
This is my attempt to keep these great childhood memories alive for my boys so I can tell their kids someday. My blog will be filled with my life, as a wife, mother and dairy farmer, raising three great (I am a little biased) sons. I hope you enjoy our life on the farm as much as we do!