BLOGS

That was the exact moment when I knew those kids and farming ideologies were not going to be us.

“I think your son may have sensory processing disorder,” the doctor said to me. Meanwhile, said son is literally bouncing off the walls, grabbing random objects and throwing them, putting every godforsaken thing in his mouth, and I have my foot on the door so he can’t run away.

I’m not surprised at myself for once again coveting what the cool kids had. What I didn’t expect, however, was that these cool kids were cows.

During the first part of the pandemic of 2020, I read a book called Atomic Habits by James Clear. It had such an impact on my thinking I read it twice. His books asserts that you do not change by setting goals but by the daily rituals we perform consistently.

Once, on a family vacation when I was in high school, I went to my aunt’s hotel room to meet her for a walk. She had just given birth to her first child, and the trip was the first time my family had met the new baby.

I’ve been a pretty open book regarding my struggles with anxiety and depression over the years, especially regarding how they intertwine with my vocation as a dairy farmer.