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When my now-husband started transitioning into his family’s business in the early days of our relationship, he assured me he’d still have plenty of time for me and our then-hypothetical children.

If you’re anything like me, sometimes farming can consume you. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but farming has a tendency to throw us challenges, long hours and a long list of to dos. It seems as if there is always something else that can be done.

Back home at my parents’ dairy for Christmas, my daughter Stella just had to see all of Grandpa’s “moo cows.” While exploring the farm, she found grain spilled underneath the young heifer bin.

“Here we are friends, on the Serengeti Plains in the wilds of Serengeti.” As the crowd leans in closer to the television, we see the swaying boab trees, an endless sea of grass waving off into the horizon.

I wasn’t there for the assassination of Martin Luther King, the protests against the Vietnam War or the tragedy of the Kent State shooting.

I grew up on a dairy farm and have been around cows my whole life. I learned at an early age how to properly care for and handle cows. Now, as a manager, I am constantly advocating for the humane treatment of our animals and even making sure every new employee understands this and signs an animal care agreement.