Day 24 of NaBloPoMo: Married to Amazement
When I got married and realized how much TH was gone from home, or working from home, I was confused. This wasn’t the happily ever after story I imagined for myself growing up. Weren’t we supposed to cook all our dinners together and snuggle in for brunch-in-bed every Saturday and Sunday? When I brought this up with my mom she pointed out that her spouse had worked a lot too. In fact, in my childhood community it was standard for the men to work long hours while the wives held down the homefront.
Now that I have children I reflect a lot more on what it was like to have a childhood where my dad worked a lot. Whatever I felt back then, I now hold no hard or sad feelings about the experience. I understand just enough about the world my dad was operating in to see how hard he pushed himself to establish something from very little. He didn’t just work hard physically, he explored new frontiers that expanded his knowledgebase. He took chances and survived the bad years (this is what farming is all about), saw the potential for a new farming method and built up a business with multiple locations, was ahead of the curve in relation to medium/large-scale organic farming, has developed products and gone through the patent application process, is respected in his work community and sits on at least one influential board (maybe more?), is currently exploring the world of produce packing, and has a reach expansive enough that I can buy his organic onions at my local Whole Foods. He would never tell you any of this because he is the epitome of the hardworking humble farmer. I respect him so much for everything he has done and reference his dedication often as I’m thinking about how to live my own life.
My leap from Mormonism was hard for my dad, still is every day. He’s not so into my blogging either. I get that, and we are navigating the transition from adult to child relationship the way all parents and offspring must do. What has been constant through the tumult though, is my knowledge that my dad loves me for me, no matter what. I need that, and it is a gift he has always very generously provided.