From a farmer.....
Yep… that’s my boy, sound asleep, in my lap, on the tractor, while I move hay. Recently we’ve taken some scrutiny from social media insinuating that we are placing Sam in harm’s way by allowing him to participate in farm activities. Some people have been a little more pointed in their comments that maybe Tara and I are too stupid to realize the danger of certain situations. These comments come mostly from snowflakes that don’t really have a clue what our lifestyle is about.
I’m only going to address this once so here goes. First off, Tara and I are educated. I’ve been an emergency room provider for 10 years and have seen all manner of injury. Tara is an RN and we’ve shared the same ER. We’ve seen harm inflicted from farm equipment, animals, guns, knives, etc. I understand the inherent risks of living the lifestyle we lead. It does not go unnoticed. We do the best we can to mitigate the risks while still allowing him to be center stage in the things he wants to partake in.
I want my son to grow up included. It isn’t the easiest scenario. He gets into things. When he’s included, tasks take longer. I have to schedule potty breaks. Meals have to be more routine. There are tons of things that make including him more difficult. It doesn’t matter though… IT’S WORTH IT! In today’s society it’s okay to hypnotize your child with an IPad. It’s okay to let them stare blindly at a screen for hours with no interaction. It’s okay to rely on a nanny to raise your kids for you. And suddenly it isn’t okay to let your children grow up playing outside, getting dirty, scraping their knees, getting bit by ants, and just plain being curious little ones? Because we are parents that include our child in our day to day lives we are the ones that are irresponsible? Don’t think so!
We are teaching our son to grow up and be a MAN! We are doing our best to instill the values in him that are so lacking in this broken country that we live in. God willing, Sam will take the things he’s learned out here and be the kind of man that will look you in the eye and shake your hand with a grip you won’t forget. The kind of man that you can depend on. The kind of man that this country was built on. The kind of man that is becoming a forgotten relic of the past in this soft society that we live in.
I am not sorry for including Sam in farm duties. I am not sorry for letting him experience life with the bumps and bruises that go along with it. I am not sorry for demanding that he pick himself up, shake off the dirt, and get back after it. What I am sorry for is this participation trophy, weak wristed, complacent society that he has to grow up in. A society that rests its future on backs of men like I am trying to raise my son to be.