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Winter Is Hard on the Farm


Winter is hard on the farm in ways that are hard to explain unless you live it.

Cold mornings that hit you before the sun ever thinks about rising. Long, cold nights where sleep comes in short stretches, interrupted by checking the weather, listening for the wind, or replaying tomorrow’s to-do list in your head. Quiet prayers whispered over livestock, ponds and tanks, frozen water lines, and tired hands that feel older than they should.


On days like these, faith isn’t loud. It’s steady. It’s trusting that God is watching over our animals, our homes, and especially our farm kids—even when the work feels endless and the cold cuts deep. We lean on that faith as we push through winter, believing that spring will come, just like it always does.


But winter doesn’t just test the land. It tests the people living on it.


Farm life places a heavy strain on both husband and wife, just in different ways. The long hours, physical labor, and weight of responsibility sit deeply on the fathers. At the same time, that same pressure settles into the mothers and children—often quietly, woven into the rhythm of everyday life.


As a farm mother, you’re constantly trying to find balance—not because you’re carrying it all alone, but because you’re carrying your share while supporting everyone else who is carrying theirs. You balance livestock needs with family needs, broken water and frozen tanks with school mornings, meals, and bedtime routines. One parent may be out breaking ice before daylight, while the other is holding the household steady—keeping things moving, keeping spirits up, keeping everyone fed, warm, and grounded.


The weight is shared, but it shows up differently. Neither role is heavier than the other; they are simply different, and both are exhausting in their own way. Finding patience, kindness, and rest in the middle of that shared load can feel impossible when sleep is short and worry runs long. Still, both parents keep showing up, doing their best—for the livestock that depend on them and the family they are raising together.


Some days, that shared weight feels heavier than others.


And on days like these, Luke Combs’ “Days Like These” has been playing nonstop in the barn and the cab. It’s one of those songs that makes you turn the volume up just enough to really listen—a reminder to slow down, to hold onto faith, and to remember that even the hardest days carry purpose.


This is what A Farm Mother’s Try really is.


Not perfection. Not having it all figured out. Just showing up. Doing the best you can with what you have. Loving your family fiercely while carrying the weight of farm life the only way you know how—one cold morning, one prayer, one tired step at a time.


If you’re a farm mom reading this and feeling worn down or stretched thin, know this: you are not failing. You are trying. And that is more than enough.


Spring will come. Until then, we keep going—together.

- A Farm Mothers Try 

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