Living a Life Worth Writing About

My brain is a series of blog posts…each of them neatly written and ready for submission at the end of every life-altering event.  In my mind, all I need is five uninterrupted minutes on the laptop to “wow” my audience (also known as MY MOTHER) with the profound wisdom (and random musings) occurring inside my head.  Blogging is easy…but unfortunately, life is not.

As a wife and a mama, let’s be real…uninterrupted time simply doesn’t exist.  And, on those rare moments that it does occur, I’m too tired to pull out the laptop and document it.  Those award-winning blog posts are neglected in favor a DVR episode of “Grey’s Anatomy” or a solo trip to Target.  My mental health may be restored by those quick escapes, but the words of the unwritten blog still play in my head…waiting to be released.

For example, I want to tell you about my journey back to the classroom and how God is merging my two professions – agriculture and teaching – into a passionate agvocate for kids, farms, and food.  I want you to see the food insecurity of my community and get to know the child who “secretly” passes her school lunch sandwich to another student in the foster care system each day because he fears being forced from his latest home with nothing to eat.  I want to tell you about the ag ed program we have started at the school and the food pantry that the students organized.  I want you to hear the walls between blacks and whites – “haves” and “have nots” – slowly crumbling as the people of my Southern farming community uses charter school education to bring a much needed unity to our area.

I also want to tell you about our farm and all the exciting things that are happening here.  We have signed on with a distributor who understands the value of local food and is partnering with us to tell our family’s story.  I want to talk with you about beef jerky and the possibilities that exist in the ready-to-eat market.  I want to shout the results of our recent audits for both humane handling and food safety…introduce you to my wonderful staff and the great work they are doing to ensure the quality of our products.  Beef production and meat processing are amazing!

I even want to tell you about the private pains…struggling to give my baby girl independence while also not wanting her to grow up…watching my son cry over the loss of his chickens and his hunting dog within the past month…balancing my desire to lead with God’s commandment to submit within my marriage.  I want you to know how important my faith is and how real my God is…and the daily struggle to be the woman that He has called me to be.

Unfortunately, I seem to be so busy living life lately that I haven’t had much time to actually write about it.  It’s become increasingly aware to me that my platform for communication may be more verbal than written in this life season.  Instead of writing about my feelings and life events, I believe that God is calling me to speak out about them instead.  However, while I patiently wait for someone to ask me to share these random insights and ramblings, I will continue writing the blog posts in my head…and living a life that is worth writing about!

He’s a Good Egg…

My kids have grown up on the farm and have seen the good, bad, and very ugly side of this industry.  Despite this turbulent lifestyle, my 16-year-old daughter dreams of a future as an ag teacher, and my 11-year-old-son …well, he just wants to be like his daddy.  Caden, my littlest farmer, has embraced his father’s entrepreneurial spirit and is constantly brainstorming ways to improve and expand our family farm.  Most recently this involved forming “Robinette Poultry Farm”.

While we have ventured into backyard chickens in the past, it was Caden who saw the demand for pasture-raised eggs and began researching this business.  He scoured the internet for the best breeds, evaluated them for our climate, and selected his top choices for purchase.  Without any input from his father or I, Caden emailed the supplier – and then followed up with a phone call when that email was not immediately returned.  Caden budgeted his earnings from the sale of his most recent show pig and calculated exactly how many chickens he could safely afford, and, with this money, he became the proud owner of 13 heritage breed chickens.

While I will admit I was very skeptical of this business endeavor, Caden proved me wrong at every opportunity.  He never had to be reminded to care for these chickens…they were his first stop every morning when rising and his last visit before retiring to the house each evening.  To say that Caden loved these chickens is an understatement!Caden CoopThe power of his love was demonstrated once again at Christmas when Caden chose not to ask for a new electronic or trendy toy from Santa…all Caden wanted was a new chicken coop!   His dad and I discussed with the elves how best to deliver such a huge gift, and we formulated a plan that Santa would bring the supplies on the sleigh and Caden and his dad would later build the coop after the holidays.  For two weeks, my guys pounded and sawed…drilled and measured…until finally the perfect home was built for The Robinette Poultry Farm chicks.

The girls loved their new home, and Caden loved hanging out there.  An exceptionally wet winter had delayed their laying, so Caden was over-the-moon when he saw the first egg in his laying box earlier this week.  His poultry business was on his way…

And, then Mother Nature hit.  Winter Storm Jonas hit Eastern NC this weekend and blanketed our area with sleet and ice.  Despite his best efforts, somehow a predator found their way into the coop and Caden woke up yesterday to find he had lost 7 chickens…over half his flock!  Devastated doesn’t even begin to explain the emotions our family experienced in that moment…our heart was broken and our son’s dreams were shattered.  While Patrick and I have experienced our own farming setbacks, none of these compared to knowing that our child’s hard work and financial investments were now destroyed…and there was nothing we could do to fix it.

However, the true character of my little farmer was revealed less than 24 hours later.  Once all the tears had been shed and the coop repaired, Caden approached his dad and I with his plan for rebuilding the flock.  Caden recognized improvements that need to be made and shared with us how he plans to finance the replacement birds. The conversation was full of sorrow for the past but also very hopeful for the future.

As a mama, my heart breaks for the loss of these animals and knowing that I can’t fix this for my baby.  However, through all the sadness and heartache, I was able to see a glimpse of the man that Caden is becoming, and, I must say, I like it. Farming is a tough life, and it takes tough men and women to endure the challenges that come with it.  Each new day is an opportunity for successes…and failures…and how we handle those says more about our farm than any production method or commodity group.  While Caden may not be the best or the biggest poultry farmer, I was reminded yesterday that he’s a good egg…and that’s worth clucking about!

Lessons Learned From Africa

It has been a month since I returned from my Farmer-to-Farmer assignment in Kiboga, Uganda.  Those early days back in America were spent recuperating from my travel and re-establishing my schedule at home and at the office…it left little time to process all that I had experienced.  However, now that things have settled down, I find myself thinking about my journey and all the wonderful people that I encountered while in Uganda.  I may have been sent there to teach farm business skills to the Kiboga District Farmers’ Association, but this experience taught me so much more in return. 

  • The first steps in any journey are often the most difficult. 

    Last family picture before I boarded the plane for Uganda

    Last family picture before I boarded the plane for Uganda

For this middle-aged mama, walking away from my husband and children at the airport was one of the hardest things I have ever done.  I was aware of all the risks of being a female traveling alone to such a remote location…the “what if’s” consumed my every thought.

  • God uses ordinary people for super-ordinary purposes.

As only God could arrange, a childhood friend that I had not spoken to in years was on my first flight from Raleigh to Atlanta.  She waited for me as we exited the plane and escorted me to the international terminal.  Sensing my fears, this precious friend grabbed my hands and prayed the most beautiful prayer with me before saying our good-byes.  Everything inside of me was screaming to turn around and come back home, but God sent an ordinary person to bring me peace and remind me that He was still in control.

  • God is always with you. 

    The airport was a little overwhelming to this NC mama!

    The airport was a little overwhelming to this NC mama!

Unfortunately, human error occurs in every business and in every part of the world.  Despite thorough planning and detailed information from my hosts, I was left stranded at the airport with no hotel shuttle, no working cell phone, no money, no translator, and several very disgruntled armed police officers.  As the tears rolled down my face, there was nothing I could do but pray and trust that the same God who sent an angel to me in Atlanta was with me in Uganda…and He was!

  • Motherhood is a universal language. 

    Motherhood is a universal language!

    Motherhood is a universal language!

Of all the people that I encountered in Uganda, it was the mothers who captured my heart my most.  Whether it was Maria, my host from Catholic Relief Services, advising me on what foods to avoid and how to properly tuck in my mosquito net to prevent bug bites, or my new friend Agnes who brought her children to work with her during their break from school, I saw a little of myself in every mother I encountered.    These African women have very little money or resources, but all of them desire so much more for their children.

  • Material things are temporary.

    It was a blessing to give these children much needed shoes and clothing, but the need is so much greater my suitcase could contain.

    It was a blessing to give these children much needed shoes and clothing, but the need is so much greater my suitcase could contain.

Thanks to many generous friends, I traveled to Uganda with suitcases full of shoes, clothing, pencils, jump ropes, and other gifts.  However, for every one pair of shoes that I distributed, there were ten more barefoot children waiting in line…there was simply not enough.  Many days I came back from those school and orphanage visits feeling sad and overwhelmed about what I could not give instead of joyful over what I helped to provide.

  • Education is the greatest investment. 

    A random chalkboard from one of the schools I visited

    A random chalkboard from one of the schools I visited

While free, public education is available in some parts of Uganda, many of these classrooms have over 50 students, limited resources, and only one poorly paid (and trained) teacher.  In order to ensure their children receive a good, quality education even the poorest of families make the sacrifice to send their children to private schools so they can learn to read and write in English.  As a mama who values education, I would rather spend $10 for a book instead of $2 on a plastic toy for my own children, and it was humbling to acknowledge that these African children deserve the same.

  • Technology is amazing.

Despite being across the world from my family, I was able to communicate with them daily.  It was such a blessing to see the faces of my beautiful children each evening through Skype and to share my husband’s carpool struggles through Facebook.   By African standards, the amount of money I spent on internet was outrageous (about $40 a week), but the ability to connect with family – and stay connected with my new friends in Uganda – is priceless.

  • They don’t know unless we tell them. 

    People walked for miles to attend our training sessions under the trees

    People walked for miles to attend our training sessions under the trees

In America, I am often overwhelmed by information thanks to the constant stream of news, radio, and social media flowing through my brain.  However, that is not the case in Uganda and other remote parts of the world.  They still need interactions from real people to inform and educate them on the basic things we take for granted.  By simply going – or providing support so that others can go – to these remote locations we truly have the power to change the world.

  • Love has no boarders. Kids

Giving and serving within our local communities is very important, but so is giving and serving globally.  Without question, we have hungry children in our backyards who need assistance and families who need encouragement.  However, love has no boarders and neither should our giving.  Sacrificing one Starbucks coffee and donating that $5 to directly to the farmers who produced it can make a huge impact within their community.  Instead of buying our children a new video game to combat summer boredom, teach them to draft an email to the children at Orphans Hope Center (http://orphanshopecentre.com), Pauline Juliet (http://www.youcaring.com/nonprofits/pauline-juliet/239565#.VL7snn9aKeU.facebook) , or Starlight Family (http://www.friendsofstarlightfamily.org/about) and donate that $30 to support their new pen-pal’s education.  Everyone may not be able to travel to Uganda for 3 weeks like I did, but everyone still has the opportunity to make a huge impact in these communities.

Visiting Africa changed me…it challenged me…it empowered me.  I will never forget the things I learned through this experience, and I pray that you won’t either!   

These smiles forever changed my life.

These smiles forever changed my life.

The Changing Priorities of NC Agriculture

Earlier today, North Carolina Governor Pat McCroy shocked the state when he vetoed a bill that would allow companies to sue workers who record undercover videos, saying he doesn’t want to discourage employees from reporting illegal activities to authorities. Opponents said the bill (commonly refered to as the “ag-gag bill”) targeted whistleblowers in the agriculture industry.

As a small slaughterhouse owner, I have followed this bill closely. Even though I open the doors of my facility to guests and my family has a relationship with HSUS (a huge opponent of this bill), I definitely do not want anyone to come into my home or my business under false pretenses and make recordings of activities (good or bad) without my knowledge…I have nothing to hide but I also believe privacy should be respected and valued for everyone.

However, the Governor’s decision to veto this bill speaks to a larger issue in NC agriculture, and our industry leaders would be wise to pay attention.

For weeks, I have followed a website / Facebook campaign “NC Farm Families” as they struggle to garner the 5,000 signatures needed to submit a petition to Governor McCroy on behalf of our state’s pork producers. This campaign has the support of industry giants including NC Farm Bureau, Murphy-Brown, Smithfield, the NC Pork Council, Hog Slate, and many more (www.ncfarmfamilies.com). I, too, signed this petition and fully support the pork producers and NC farmers this petition aims to protect. However, given the importance of the pork industry and the number of people directly employed by these companies, one had to question why support has been so slow to come…especially in contrast to the 80,000 signatures that HSUS of North Carolina delivered to the Govvernor this week against the ag-gag bill.

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I am sure there is a lot more to both of these campaigns than I am aware. However, as a NC livestock producer and agvocate, the initial difference in support for these two causes tells me that our current agriculture methods and marketing are not working. Traditional agriculture is losing ground with consumers…they are clearly sending a message and we would all be wise to pay attention.

I have worked on a feedlot in Nebraska and now raise and market grassfed cattle. I have bought organic foods for my family but watched African farmers struggle to survive without GMOs and biotechnology. I have sprayed pesticides on a corn field and used natural fish oils on a pasture. I understand that different farming methods are not right or wrong…they are just different…and I have learned to respect both the farmers who grow them and the consumers who support them.

Today North Carolina consumers – and the Governor – sent a clear message to agriculture. While I don’t seem get invited to the fancy meetings at the NC Dept of Agriculture and no one ever asks my opinion at NC Farm Bureau meetings, I pray that our industry leaders can open their eyes to the bigger issues facing agriculture in our state and bring new and unifying voices into these conversations before we lose even more ground in our struggle to produce safe and nutrious foods.

Become a Friend of Starlight Family

While researching the area I will be visiting in Uganda, I came across the website for a local school and orphanage.  Upon further investigation, I came to understand that Starlight Family a private school and orphanage in the remote area of Kibogo with very limited funds and resources.  These precious students have no real educational curriculum or supplies; lack basic items for survival such as shoes, clothing and undergarments; and several of the teachers have not received a paycheck this entire school year due to lack of funds.  Unlike many schools in Uganda, there is no sponsoring organization for these students…their only provisions come from what they can generate themselves or through the donations of others.

Starlight Family

Because my hotel is only a few miles from this school, I plan to visit with the students and staff of Starlight during my stay and will be delivering much needed supplies.  I would love to shower this school with love and support, and I welcome my friends and family to join me!

If You Only Have $1

There are lots of items that can be found at The Dollar Tree that would make a huge difference for these students.  Jump ropes, plain and colored pencils, ink pens, jigsaw puzzles, educational board games and  workbooks, children’s Bibles, antibiotic creams, toothbrushes, and band aids are all greatly needed.

If You Only Have $5

Children’s undergarments are a huge need for this school.   Also, gently used clothing, including light-weight sweaters, has been requested.  (Please keep in mind this will be the only “new” item of clothing that many of these children have ever received, so the better quality and functionality of the items the longer it will last in the hot and dusty Uganda conditions.) 

If You Only Have $10

This is where the greatest needs often fall.  There is a huge need for children’s mosquito needs to help prevent malaria.  The school has found a source in Uganda to order these for $6.50 each and is requesting donations for this purpose.   Gently used blankets, children’s bedsheets, and backpacks are also greatly needed, along with shoes that can withstand the rough terrain.

Additional Needs

Money is needed to fund these teacher’s salaries.  $165 will pay one teacher’s salary for one month.  The staff has also requested teacher materials and textbooks, along with classroom sets of student curriculum for all grade levels.

For anyone feeling especially generous, the director has requested a laptop and a digital camera so that he can post more pictures and share updates on the internet about the school and the students. 

I will be using my checked luggage to carry as many items as I can squeeze into two suitcases; other items will be purchased when I arrive. However, I can promise that all contributions will be personally delivered and used exclusively to support the children at Starlight Family.

Please visit Starlight’s website (http://www.friendsofstarlightfamily.org/home) and like them on Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/StarlightFamilyKibogaUganda?pnref=lhc) to see for yourself the conditions of this school and the needs of these students.  While I realize that not everyone can donate, your prayers for the health, safety, and prosperity of these children is equally as valuable.

Thank you in advance for partnering with me to show the love of Jesus to these Kibogo children!

 

Be Kind Anyway

In case you were wondering…I’m no Mother Teresa.  I don’t adhere to vows of chastity or poverty, and I certainly don’t think I’ll be nominated for a Nobel Peace Prize anytime soon. I haven’t built an orphanage or a home for people with AIDS, and there are no documented miracles associated with my name.  However, I do share her commitment to wholeheartedly serve others, and, like Mother Teresa, I have faced criticism for my beliefs.

In a February 25, 2015 “Washington Post” article, Adam Taylor addressed the criticisms of Mother Teresa’s efforts.  While her saintly reputation was gained for helping Calcutta’s poorest of the poor, it was also undercut by allegations of misuse of funds, poor medical treatments and religious evangelicalism in the institutions she founded. The head of the Hindu nationalist group Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh (RSS) criticized the intentions behind her work, saying “It’s good to work for a cause with selfless intentions. But Mother Teresa’s work had ulterior motive, which was to convert the person who was being served to Christianity.”

Until recently, I never thought about that how this criticism and mistrust must felt to Mother Teresa…there must have been times she questioned herself and wanted to just walk away. Why show love to others when they talk behind your back?  Why defend them when they are secretly plotting your demise?  Why share your knowledge so they can use it to betray you?  Why open up your heart just so they can crush it?

I’ve had to ask myself these questions a lot over the past week as my motivates have been questioned by people I have tried to love and to serve. I won’t lie…it hurt my feelings and I’ve cried more than a few tears over the assumptions these people have made. While my actions were certainly not blameless, my heart was truly pure. I wanted to love and to share and to encourage and assist…like Mother Teresa, my only ulterior motive was to show them Jesus.

While I would love to share a cup of tea with Mother Teresa and seek refuge from my hurt feelings, that simply isn’t possible…or beneficial.  However, Mother Teresa did leave a message that I and the countless other misunderstood do-gooders of the world can take to heart.   She wrote this on the walls of her Indian orphanage, and now I choose to engrave these words on my broken heart.

            People are often unreasonable, irrational, and self-centered.  Forgive them anyway.

            If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives.  Be kind anyway.

            If you are successful, you will win some unfaithful friends and some genuine enemies.  Succeed anyway.

           If you are honest and sincere people may deceive you.  Be honest and sincere anyway.

            What you spend years creating, others could destroy overnight.  Create anyway.

            If you find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous.  Be happy anyway.

            The good you do today, will often be forgotten.  Do good anyway.

         Give the best you have, and it will never be enough.  Give your best anyway.

         In the final analysis, it is between you and God.  It was never between you and them anyway.

You Don’t Need Glass Walls to be Transparent

Recently, The Vermont Packinghouse made headlines as news of their public viewing window circulated the internet.  Consumers were amazed that a slaughterhouse would open their doors – and their walls – to allow the public to see inside the secret world of meat processing.  Unfortunately, my facility was not designed with this level of transparency; however, that doesn’t mean we are any less open about the inner-workings of our business.

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Since I first opened Micro Summit in 2013, over 500 men, women, and students have toured the facility.  These individuals have witnessed every area of my operation…from the knock-box to the loading dock, we take them through every step of the slaughter and processing industry.  Town representatives, state agricultural leaders, and national legislators have all walked the halls of Micro Summit and heard my unique ag story.  However, in an attempt to build common ground, members of the Humane Society of the United Sates (HSUS) and local animal welfare advocates have also toured MSP and participated in respectful conversation about what improvements are needed in the meat industry.  While I definitely assume personal risk when allowing these people to tour my building, I believe the societal risk is far-greater when we attempt to build a secretive food system.  Consumers want to know where their food comes from, and, as a food producer, I feel it is my responsibility to tell them.

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Today, I was blessed to spend my afternoon with an animal science class from a near-by community college.  While it’s always a pleasure to talk with these future industry leaders, one of these students sent me a follow-up email that totally made my day.

“Hello! I visited your facility today with Jennifer and I felt I had to email you guys. I can honestly say I am a major animal lover and with this being the beginning of my schooling for animal sciences I was very nervous about going to a slaughter house. Not having knowledge about such a field can really make people believe the negative side of it. After learning and actually seeing the process I was so pleasantly surprised. The fact that almost everything taken from the animal can be sold and used is incredible. Your professionalism, success and communication really is inspiring. I have always planned to take a more business route for my career and it was a great insight to see options available.” 

I am so thankful for the young lady who sent this email.  She may have learned about the slaughter industry today, but I learned that you don’t need glass walls in order to be transparent…or to make a difference!

Brave

I am not brave.

Actually, I am what we in the South call “a chicken”. I love knowing what is ahead so that I can plan accordingly, and I rarely deviate from that plan. I get anxious when things happen outside of my control, and I spend way too many sleepless nights worrying about the “what if’s” that rarely happen.

Ironically this play-it-safe girl married one of the biggest risk-takers known to man. My husband believes that rules are just suggestions and the best way to overcome an obstacle is to plow right through it. He lives passionately and loves big. The very traits that I found exhilarating in a boyfriend now cause panic as a husband…he lives on the edge, and many times it’s all I can do to just hang on.

However, this time it’s me that is taking a risk. Through a partnership with the Catholic Relief Organization’s Farmer-to-Farmer program and American Agri-Women, I have been selected travel to Uganda and teach basic agribusiness principles to remote Africans. I will spend 22 days with these people, sharing my story and learning more about theirs.
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While I am very excited about this opportunity, I am also very nervous. The thought of traveling alone to a foreign country, leaving my business and my family is very overwhelming…not to mention the bugs and the critters that I am guaranteed to encounter on my travels. It’s enough to make me want to reconsider and stay safely planted in NC.

But, for once in my life, I am ready to take the risk. Instead of cheering on my husband from the sideline, I am prepared to lead the race this time. I feel very inapt and overwhelmed, but I also feel excited and alive.

For the first time in my life, I know how it feels to be brave.

McDonalds and Costco Make Headlines ; Farmers and Processors Make Safe Food

McDonalds and Costco made headlines last week when they announced a campaign to eliminate the sale of food products treated with antibiotics.  While many consumers rejoiced, others questioned the need for such a proclamation. Are farmers needlessly injecting their animals with antibiotics?  Is there antibiotic residue in the meat we eat?  How can consumers be assured their food is truly safe?  As a small meat processor, I have seen firsthand the USDA’s commitment to this issue.  Countless hours have been spent discussing preventative measures and receiving training to ensure that the food produced within my facility is safe for human consumption.

In order to be eligible for slaughter, animals must be able to walk off the trailer and pass an ante-mortem inspection…things that are not always easy when sick livestock are involved.  While the media would have consumers believe that antibiotics are unnecessarily pumped into healthy animals, the truth is that sometimes – despite a farmer’s best efforts – livestock get sick.  Random infections, traumatic births, and muscle aches are all reasons why good farmers make the choice to medicate their animals.  Unfortunately, sometimes the medicines do not work and the producer is forced to decide the greater good…humanely slaughtering the animal in a facility such as mine with the hope of preserving the meat, or allowing the animal to finish its life on the farm where prolonged suffering may occur.  This choice is not an easy one.

To aid my customers in this process, all producers are asked to complete a livestock verification form when bringing their animals for slaughter.  This internal documentation ensures the topics of age, origin, and health are discussed with every animal.  Through these conversations, I have denied service to several producers over the years whose livestock did not meet the recommended antibiotic withdrawl period.  In every case, these farmers were more concerned about the safety of their animals and their consumers than about their profit.

Unfortunately, larger slaughterhouses do not always have the ability to talk directly with farmers and learn the health-history of every animal…making the USDA’s role even more important.  As part of their commitment to food safety, the USDA randomly samples meat from every facility to ensure that it is clear of all pathogens and residue.  These carcasses are held at the processor until the results are analyzed and the USDA is satisfied the meat is completely safe. While admittedly not a full-proof method, this random sampling has proven to be very effective in preventing tainted meat from entering the market.

Lab Result Report

As we have seen this past week, retailers like McDonalds and Costco are good at making headlines.  However, consumers can feel confident knowing that farmers, processors, and USDA staff are committed to making safe meat products…not just for your family but also for our own!

I Wasn’t an FFA Member in High School…

I wasn’t an FFA member in high school. 

While I knew about the organization and saw their signature blue jackets proudly worn by my classmates, I never sought out a jacket of my own.  As a rural farm kid, I understood the importance of agriculture; yet, there are no ag classes listed on my transcript.  Active in many student organizations, I embraced the call to leadership but never was trained in parliamentary procedures.  I competed in several oratorical contests; however I never experienced the challenge of extemporaneous public speaking.  Balancing school and work was always a priority, although never with the extensive recordkeeping of a supervised ag experience.

I wasn’t an FFA member in high school…but I should’ve been! 

North Carolina Delegates at the 2014 National FFA Convention

North Carolina Delegates at the 2014 National FFA Convention

My husband introduced our family to the FFA when he answered the call to teach an ag class at our small Christian school.  The students wanted an elective other than art or drama, and, for the farm kids of our community, Introduction to Agriculture was the perfect choice.  As the student interest grew, so did the school’s program. Not only was FFA embraced in the high school, but our daughter was in 6th grade when the middle school FFA chapter was established.  It wasn’t until I became an FFA Mom that I finally started to understand the value of The Blue Jacket.

As an FFA Mom, I saw firsthand the transformation that comes with just a simple zipper.  When my daughter put on her jacket, she became a part of something much larger than herself…an organization embedded with history and entrenched in leadership.  She built lifelong friendships within her chapter, explored new opportunities within her association, learned to network within our state…but most importantly, our daughter found herself in the FFA.

The passion that my daughter felt was contagious within our family.  Suddenly, it was no longer enough that our family embraced the values of FFA…we wanted to share those same passions with others.  It was then that we became aware of the FFA Alumni Association, an extension of FFA designed to provide support and assistance to local and state chapters.  Thankfully, the Alumni Association wasn’t restricted to just former FFA members…it was open to anyone with a passion for The Blue and Gold…and I definitely qualified!

While I may not have been an FFA member in high school, thanks to the work of the FFA Alumni Association, I realized it is never too late to join! 

Blessed to share my ag story with members of the 2014 FFA National Officer Team

Blessed to share my ag story with members of the 2014 FFA National Officer Team

As a current Alumni member, I consider myself a cheerleader for all things FFA.  I support the students, the teachers, the state leaders, and the national organization any way possible.  While monetary donations are nice, I have found there are so many other ways to give to this worthy cause.  I have shared everything from lunch to pantyhose tips…time spent practicing for a career development event to chaperoning a trip to a symposium…all through my tenure as an Alumni member.  These brief exchanges have inspired me and challenged me…molded me into a better leader and helped me to be a better person.

I may not have worn the blue jacket in high school, but I am proud to say that I do now! 

Alumni

*Visit https://www.ffa.org/support/alumni to learn how you, too, become an FFA Alumni member!