The Dairy is my husbands workplace. Not mine. He works day in and day out, on nothing much more than faith and a love for what he does. My boys enjoy going there and working with dad too. Where does that leave mom and Lilly May? I am the support at home to a farmer and I know my role is crucial to the farms success, but I feel left out. I am a doer. I like to get dirty, put on my boots and get to work. Sometimes you can’t wait for an invitation. Sometimes you have to make your own opportunity. I needed a reason to be at the dairy. To get to know employees and serve the dairy in more than just the role of wife at home.
A few mornings ago I told my boys; “Get your gardening gloves! We are headed to the dairy and planting a garden by our old house.” The boys were excited and so was I. I called to let the men know. The answers I got where; “nothing will grow there”, and “take care of the garden you have at home, and, “you have enough going on.” Silly men, don’t they know that will only make me try harder! Kids loaded up, we got what was left of any vegetables at the nursery (for a 50% discount as most of it was wilted away) and headed to our spot; shovels, gloves, hoes and vegetables in back. We got to work. I have never been so proud of my children’s little hands. Lilly had a blast getting dirty and petting the cows. Our little garden may not survive. It may not be enough to share with all the employees, it may not bring people together, and it may not work out. In more ways than one. But our job is to have faith, to take care and create where there is none, and to give of ourselves. To love who we are now and where we are at. To not depend on others to create an opportunity or place blame on them when there is not. It is within each of us and we can do this through the smallest things. A garden, a painting, a word, a meal. Rather than staying at home being unhappy at my husband for not creating an opportunity for me, I decided to do this myself. It may be silly but I felt pretty damn good doing it.