I am a FarmHER, not a farmer

I read a blog post awhile back that discussed how women in agriculture aren’t treated the same as men. She told a story of how she walked around a trade show and no one noticed her. She didn’t initiate conversation with any vendors unless they talk to her first. Therefore, no one tried to sell her anything or teach her about their services. And she was quite angry about it.

To be honest, I was quite angry at her.

A small part of me is angry because I have worked more trade shows than I can count and if you don’t make eye contact with me, smile or initiate any sort of conversation, then I immediately think you are just looking for the coozies, pens and t-shirts on my table.

But the large part of me was mad at her actions.  No one has ever gotten where they want to be by standing still or staying quiet. You want the respect in any industry you have to demand it.

In her case, she wanted the same respect that the male farmers around her got. Many women in agriculture do.

But, I don’t. 

I want the respect of a woman in agriculture.

I want the respect that doesn’t treat me like one of the guys. I want the respect that cuts back in the cussing in front of me. I want the respect that holds doors open for me and helps me load my feed.

I want the respect that the farmer’s mother taught him from day one. I want the respect that a woman in agriculture needs to demand.

That doesn’t mean I won’t drink whiskey at work parties and fit in with the rest of the men. It means that I will wait for them to open the door for me and call them out when their jokes offend me.

As a woman in agriculture, I can do anything. I can load just as much hay as a man, even though it may take me a little longer. I can fix a broken hydraulic line but it will probably need to be fixed again soon. I can fight off an angry cow with as much gusto and fearlessness as any man.

But as a woman, I can do more than the average farmer. I can buck bales all day and still find the energy to feed a hungry hay crew. I  can go from caring for a newborn calf to holding a newborn human.

But most of all, I demand the respect I deserve. But I don’t demand it with words. I demand it with my actions, I demand it by asking questions and sharing my own knowledge. I demand it by being a successful woman in agriculture with dreams, goals and the will to survive.

I am a woman in agriculture. I am a FarmHER, not a farmer. What are you?



Just Average Agvocating

I was talking to Dad about what Bethany and I were blogging about the other day and his first response was “you will need written consent to share things about me”. He meant it as a joke, but it’s exactly how many farmers feel. Why are we so scared to share our story? Do we have things to hide? Of course, not! 

As the next generation of farmers, we have a great challenge. We are not only dealing with less land and more people, we are tasked with a growing confusion of where food comes from and the safety of it. But I know that each and every one of us is ready for the challenge. 

Why am I so confident? Because of that thing you are currently reading on. Yes, your smart phone! For those of you using your computer, you can use that too! We are the generation of technology and we have to use it to our advantage. 

Now I’m not asking each of you to go start a blog or make a Facebook page. I’m asking you to be an AVERAGE Agvocator. 

An average agvocator doesn’t have to change the world, or even change their community. We just have to influence a couple of people with the positive truth of agriculture. Once infected with our passion, it’s impossible not to pass it on! 

See a blog post that sparks your interest? Share it and start the conversation with your friends! Did you get a new tractor, horse or chicken? Post a picture and start a conversation! Is your corn coming up or your pumpkins blooming? Tell everyone about it and invite them to see it! 

Notice a trend here? All you have to do is START THE CONVERSATION. Americans are becoming more and more displaced from the farm and it’s our job to connect  them again. What better way to connect with them than with what they are already connected too? 

As farmers, we are fiercely protective of our way of life. But as an average agvocator, we have to remember that we may not always see eye to eye with the people we are sharing our story with. But we can’t attack and shut down! We have to embrace the differences and just agree to disagree.

Instead of getting defensive, show them your passion! Invite them to your farm to talk in person. Offer to talk to the on the phone about their questions. Show them pictures! 

But most of all, DON’T HIDE. We have nothing to hide. Bethany and I blog to open the lines of communication with people who want to know more about what we do. We are just two average agvocator with dreams of becoming awesome.

We are also known to keep to our own business. We can’t do that anymore! Others are speaking out against us and we have to stand up and fight back. We may be the minority, but we are also the mighty! 

So what are you going to do? Share your story and fight for your passion? Or just let others do it for you? The Show Me Sisters are average, what will you be?

~ Nicole


Hello! I’m Nicole, the youngest of the Show-Me Sisters.

My sister, Bethany and I have always been a part of agriculture. We grew up on our family farm in central Missouri where we have beef cattle, two horses, a dog and a small herd of cats. As kids, we had the typical farm life, jumping on hay bales, playing in creeks, and roaming the woods. We were in 4-H and eventually FFA. As kids, we were inseparable and to this day, are as close as sisters can be.

College is where our lives decided to take slightly different paths. Bethany got a degree in agriculture education while I went with Agriculture Business. I started college as a freshman who didn’t think they could handle one semester away from the farm and ended three years later, as a girl ready to take on the world.

Now, almost a year later, I finished a couple of internships and landed a job with MFA Inc. God truly blessed me when he placed me in this small town grain elevator!

You are probably wondering how we ever came to the idea of blogging.

Last week, Bethany texted me that she wanted to start a blog. Minutes later, the Show Me Sisters were born.

So strap in and join us on this crazy thing called life. Let us show you what it’s all about in our little slice of heaven!