"It's hard to find good help."
If I had a penny for every time I heard my dad mutter that phrase while growing up, I wouldn't have to worry about the milk price.
Right about now, Glen is probably thinking the same thing my father did, but dares not say it aloud.
I'm about as unreliable as farm help can get, even if I am unreliable for a very important reason. It's a good thing I can't be fired. And a good thing we have someone reliable to help with chores for a couple evenings each week.
Derek started working for us just before Monika was born. After his first night, when I asked Glen how it went, the smile that crept across his face said it all:
"Do you know how lucky we are to find someone who already knows how to shake straw and scrape the walk... And doesn't have to be told more than once what should be done next?"
Most of the farm kids around here have responsibilities on their own farms, so they aren't available. Derek's parents farmed until this past spring.
We are lucky. Derek has become a great help – for Glen and for me. At least for three nights of the week I don't feel quite as guilty when I can't be outside helping. For Glen, Derek's help means he can take a nap or attend a meeting without worrying about starting chores too late. I understand now why farmers have big families – the tasks pass a lot faster when there are several hands helping.
We only wish we had room in the budget to have Derek here every night.
It's nice to have good help.