When You Give a Farmer a Daughter…

My dad will be the first man to stand up and say that his daughters can do everything a son can do. Many times when we have unloaded cattle at the sale barn, loaded feed at the feed store, or picked up tractor parts, he just stands back and lets us do our work with obvious pride. Because when you give a farmer a daughter, his whole life is changed.

Eventually you’ll gain a son ( in-law).

And everyone knows that son-in-law’s work harder than sons.

You’ll end up with more animals than you ever expected.

Dad promised we would never own a horse and now we have two. When I brought home Harley as a puppy, Dad wouldn’t even look at her. Now Dad doesn’t leave the house without Harley on his heels. Next up, goats!

You’ll have the hardest worker and a good lunch too.

Never have I met a son who will build fence, head back to the house when the work is done and have a full meal ready to go for lunch.

You will never be lacking in tears.

Happy tears, sad tears, angry tears. Daughters are bound to break into tears at random times, sometimes just to keep your life interesting.

Small hands come in handy all the time.

Can’t get that nut on in a tight space? Grab a daughter. Dropped a bolt behind the workbench? Daughter to the rescue. If you’re lucky, she will have a set better eyes, too.

You get in touch with your softer side.

Dress up, Barbie’s, saving kittens, and tough decisions like which shoes go better with this dress will be on your daily agenda. Daughters have a funny knack of turning even the toughest farmer into a big ole softy.

You’ll have a name for everything.

Cats named Spot. Heifers named Margo and Lola. Trucks, tractors and even fields will all have names. Will they make sense? Probably not. But man, they sure will make her happy.

You get to keep your intimidation skills sharpened.

We all know those first dates may scare you to death, but you find great joy in shaking the boy’s hand a little too hard and giving him the evil eye as the truck pulls out of the driveway.

Daughters, plain and simple, are better than sons.

Are you ever going to be able to walk your son down the aisle? Watch them grow and change from ladybug mud boots and dance leotards to grown woman with hopes and dreams that surpass everything you had wanted for them? I doubt it.



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