1 week ago
When the kids went back to school this fall, there was a little "about your child" form to fill out, to help the new teacher get to know their students better. There was a section that asked about anything "unique" that should be known about your child or family. And I struggle to find the appropriate verbage that delicately relays the simple fact that we raise and process our own animals...and that my kids have been known to speak about it very...let's say nonchalantly. 🙈 Not to say they are insensitive, cruel, or heartless. But rather, it has been such a normal, routine part of their lives that the coming and going of our meat animals around here is as consistent as the passing of the seasons. They know that the pigs and meat chickens and turkey poults that arrive in the spring will eventually fill our freezers. They understand that our sheep are meat sheep,and that male offspring will eventually give us leg of lamb and sheepskin rugs. They know that fall is non-stop meat harvest from September to November. The table at which they eat has seen hundreds of animals broken down into usable portions to sustain our family. 🐖 And this as much a normal part of their lives as it was for children a century ago. There is nothing particularly special about what we do, but to some, it is radically different than what they know or do in their own lives. And that's okay. But I tell you what, when I'm filling out that "unique" explanation on paper, I can't help but think of our ancestors, and how they would just laugh at us simple humans now. 😆 What do you do today that you take pride in, that was routine for most of mankind a hundred years ago? Whatever it may be, you keep doing you. The world might not always get it, but I can assure you...I do.