Wonderful women are sharing heart breaking stories about how
they are doing it all. They are taking
care of their kids, milking cows, managing employees, pulling extra milking
shifts, driving tractor, taking care of harvest meals for their husbands,
cleaning their house and at the end of the day they feel guilty that they didn’t
do enough. They didn’t make the fancy
crafts with their kids, they didn’t deep clean their fridge, they missed a
night out with the girls, all for the sake of the cows. These women wear their sacrifices like a
badge of honor on their sleeves but show the signs of being drained and
destroyed. Just the thought of doing
something for self-care, like an hour to take a bath, enjoy a book, or spend
some prayer time immediately spawns feelings of guilt and selfishness. Some of these women even cast judgement on
others who do take time for themselves and let something else in life
slip. Ladies, we are not in competition
with each other! Stop it right now! There is no pride in cleaning your house
instead of spending time with your kids.
There is no pride in working yourself to a thread all for the last 5
pounds of milk. There is so much more to
life than cows and milk production. We
can’t do it all and we shouldn’t.
Humans were meant to be in community with each other and
help each other. If you’re a spiritual
person, you know we were meant to need something other than people and ourselves,
we need God. We were not meant to be
independent, but interdependent. Ask
someone for help, share responsibility with your husband. Take an oxygen mask ladies and help yourself out. If you don’t take care of yourself first then
how can you possibly take care of anyone else?
And men do this too! (but they aren’t willing to talk about it because
heaven forbid they sacrifice their male pride) I will never forget the relief I felt when a
friend shared with me that she was hiring a housekeeper to clean her house 4
times a year! Wow! Did I ever feel better about my dirty house after that! Or when I discovered that a family made the
choice to play with their kids instead of chopping silage on a Sunday.
Personally, I did it. I tried to do it all. I tried to be the farm manager, herdsman,
calf feeder, heifer breeder, accountant, the HR manager, the social media
specialist, all for the cows and the last 5 pounds of milk. Was I successful? You know I was, I’m determined. Did my cows come first? Definitely! But what
did I lose? I lost my marriage, I lost
my sanity, I lost my health, I lost myself.
My friends tried to hand me an oxygen mask but I didn’t take it. I didn’t take it until I hit rock
bottom. It was then I realized how much
I was missing out and how much more I could accomplish if I just took even one
hour a day for myself. If I said no to
some activities and volunteer work. If I
let employees do their jobs and trust them to do their jobs. I made time for God, for exercise, for
reading. I made time for family and
friends. My own niece was scared of me
because I spent so little time with her. My house was a mess, I lost our farm, but I
salvaged what was left of me and rebuilt what I have now become. Ladies, please do yourself a favor and take
the oxygen mask! There is no pride in
working yourself to death! Do something
for yourself, take a nap, spend some time just playing and laughing with your
kids. Call a friend for coffee and help. You matter! Because at the end of the day
there will be no cows and no farm if it wasn’t for you and your drive and
passion. And gentlemen, please take note
as well, because you matter too! Ask for
help and take care of yourselves! I’m
cheering for you!
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