Today was one of those days when I found myself thinking about my grandmother. I don't have any memories of Grandma Jeanie; she passed away when I was just a toddler. I got to know her through the stories my family told.
I think of her on overwhelming days. When I'm struggling to find the balance between family, farm, work, and me.
How did Grandma keep it all together? She taught kindergarten for a couple months each year, raised four children, and kept everything going at home while my grandfather milked cows and worked shifts at the mill. On top of all that, she concocted meals and treats her children still rave about.
Did she have days when her list of things to do threatened to boil over? Days when she just wanted to hide her head under the pillow and take a break?
Like me, she didn't have her immediate family nearby to call for help. She grew up in Nebraska and left all her family there when she eloped with my grandfather and moved to northern Minnesota. I don't know how she felt, but I know, for me, it's a lot easier to ask my sisters for help than it is to ask Glen's family for help.
And then I find myself wondering, how do other farm moms do it? How do other farm families blend farm chores, housework, family time and other activities?
Most days I feel like I've got it pretty together, but every once in a while a day like today comes along to remind me that I'm human.