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Let’s not beat around the bush here. Being a farm wife is not for the faint of heart. But farm wife, I see you.

I see you working at your full-time job in town, then coming home to switch to your second job, helping on the farm.

Farm chores never end, do they?

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So you feed the cattle or mow the yard. Maybe you drive a tractor or fix fence. Oh, yes, we can do it all.

And then, somehow, you still make dinner for the family—and yes, Casey’s pizza counts—then help with homework and give the kids a bath.

Don’t even get me started on the common core math. That’s a whole nother story, friends.

Farm wife, I see you at a four-way stop, pulling the seed tender to deliver to a field. A smile, a wave, and that may be your social interaction for the day.

Soak it in, it may be all we get. But don’t worry, the animals talk to us, don’t they?

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I see you jumping into your SUV at a moment’s notice to pick up parts for a broken-down tractor.

Have you ever noticed that conversation stops when we enter the parts store? It’s really quite magical!

No one expects us to know what we’re doing or looking for. And let’s be honest, sometimes we don’t.

But we still get the job done and return with the parts, don’t we?

Farm wife, I see you, sitting in your living room alone on your birthday because your farmer is out planting corn or harvesting crops.

Even an average day can feel lonely when your farmer is working late hours.

Sometimes, being a farm wife can be the toughest job on the planet. We feel isolated, alone, and tired. It’s something our non-farming friends will never understand.

But I see you.

We’re in this together.

What we do requires us to be ironclad in the tough times but flexible enough to adapt on a moment’s notice.

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We try to compare ourselves to others, looking for the right way to run our household, our family, our farm.

But the truth is, there is no right way.

We get life done every. single. day.

And let’s face it—our farmers couldn’t do this without us.

Will your farmer ever say that? Probably not.

So instead, I am telling you. You are amazing. You’ve got this. You are not alone.

Because farm wife, I see you.

Previously published on the author’s blog

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Deanne Frieders

Deanne Frieders, owner of This Farm Girl Cooks, started her blog as a way to share what she was cooking with other farm wives and neighbors. Her meal making philosophy is simple - “Cooking is Love Made Visible.” In addition to running her blog, she is wife to a seventh-generation farmer and mom to four kids, ranging from ages 3-15.

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