When was the last time you sat down for a meal and thought about where the food you are eating came from? Or how long it would’ve taken a farmer to labor in the fields and the potential sacrifices they made to cultivate the produce, to make a living for their family but also supply us, the end consumer?
Katie Spence Pugh is a mother of 3 and the wife of a farmer. On this particular day she shared a story on Instagram that’s been humbling for at least the thousands of people who have shared her post.
While she doesn’t partake in the farm work herself, she did describe in the family blog that because her husband Eugene Pugh helps run his family’s farm, she helps on her end by taking care of the home and kids after her full time job.
But as with harvesting season, there are times in the year when her husband will worker longer hours, including weekends. This in turn increases her burden of having to take care of the kids solo on weekends and doing even more around the house.
In her post Pugh said, “I was tired. I was irritated,” and that she had sent her husband a text telling him “I was feeling fed up with how much he works and with all that I have to do everyday by myself.”
The next moment was when she snapped the photo, it was at this moment that Pugh described “it hit me.”
Not only did her husband not complain after coming home exhausted from a long day farming, but “he said he was sorry I was tired and felt that way,” said Pugh.
He even made himself dinner and sat down to eat it alone but was joined by their daughter Charlotte, who happily talked to her father and also took quite a few bites of his food.
She continues her post:
“Do I wish that we saw him more than an hour or so a day? Yes. But, the love he has for his craft is something to envy. Farmers work in a thankless profession. It’s always non GMO this and organic that, and let’s not even talk about the stress from Mother Nature. This is a man who is working to uphold 4 generations of blood sweat and tears and showing his children the value of hard work and discipline.
“So while I felt frustrated, I really should have felt thankful. I got to sit down to dinner and hear all the stories from the day with the kids. I got to give them a bath and hear their squeals and giggles. I got to snuggle and love on them for 3 hours more than he did. He is the one sacrificing, not me. We will keep on keeping on until the next rainy day when we get a few extra hours with our hard worker. In the meantime, the next time you slip into that comfy cotton shirt or eat delicious farm fresh food, thank a farmer. Where would we be without them?”
The end of Pugh’s post is a reminder to us all that a farmer sacrifices so much for their craft and so do their families; it’s not easy work but we should be thankful that there are farmers out there willing to do the job.