Little Farmhouse Mama

Little Farmhouse Mama Motherhood in muddy boots—traded city life for farm life. Raising kids, chickens & chaos. We share the good, the bad, and the real.

First-gen homesteaders figuring it out as we go—raw, honest, and rooted in love & faith on our tiny little farm.

09/15/2025
08/22/2025

To the mom who feels like she’s drowning in a sea of ‘shoulds’ and ‘shouldn’ts’—take a deep breath. You’re not failing; you’re learning. You’re not weak; you’re tired. And you’re not alone; you’re human. If all you did today was love them, that’s more than enough.💖

08/18/2025

I’m teaching my kids the things no one taught me.
How to cook from scratch.
How to grow food.
How to fix what’s broken.
How to build something with their own hands.

Because I had to learn all of it the hard way—as an adult, fumbling through mistakes, starting from nothing.

They won’t have to.
They’ll grow up knowing that food doesn’t have to come in a box, that a home can be mended, that their hands hold power.

I’m breaking the cycle of convenience and disconnection.
I may not have been given these tools as a child—
but I’ll be damned if my children don’t leave my home carrying them.

08/17/2025

I didn’t choose this life because it’s “cute.”
I chose it because I was tired of convenience stripping me from meaning. Because I wanted my kids to know where food really comes from.

Because I wanted to trade noise for chickens clucking, and chaos for dirt under my nails. Homesteading isn’t easy. It’s messy, exhausting, and relentless.

But my God—it’s real. And real is exactly what I needed.

It’s mulberry season.Purple-stained fingers. Barefoot kids with buckets. Laughter in the trees.We’ve been out under the ...
06/21/2025

It’s mulberry season.

Purple-stained fingers. Barefoot kids with buckets. Laughter in the trees.
We’ve been out under the June sky picking from our mulberry trees—fresh, wild, and sweet as summer itself.

The house smells like a memory—warm pie in the oven, windows open, breeze drifting through like a song.

These are the days I’ll never forget. The kind of days I hope my kids always remember.

So here’s to mulberry season…
To the sticky smiles, the muddy toes,
To trees that give and hearts that grow.
To the simple, beautiful magic of right now. 🫐✨

I used to dream about more.A bigger house. A newer car. Fancier clothes. Hustling for something just out of reach.But th...
06/20/2025

I used to dream about more.
A bigger house. A newer car. Fancier clothes. Hustling for something just out of reach.

But these days?
I dream about less.

Less noise.
Less pressure.
Less pretending.

Because I’ve found a kind of peace in muddy boots and toddler giggles.
In backyard eggs and clothesline breezes.
In holding my babies close and watching them grow wild and free—with dirt on their knees and joy in their souls.

I don’t need the world to be impressed by me.
I just need my kids to feel safe with me.
Loved by me.
Raised by a mama who chose slow… even when the world said go.

We’re building something here.
Not just a farm.
Not just a home.
But a life that feels like us.

Unpopular opinion :Let your kids get bored.Let them wander.Let them dig in the dirt and figure it out.You don’t need to ...
06/15/2025

Unpopular opinion :
Let your kids get bored.
Let them wander.
Let them dig in the dirt and figure it out.

You don’t need to be their constant source of entertainment.
You don’t need a Pinterest plan for every hour.
You don’t need to fill their day with screens and stimulation.

Let them get bored.
Because that’s when the magic happens.

That’s when they build forts out of scrap wood.
That’s when they turn sticks into swords and mud into pies.
That’s when they become resourceful.
Creative.
Independent.
Grounded.

Boredom is not a problem.
It’s a portal.
To imagination. To resilience. To childhood.

You’re not doing it wrong by giving them space.
You’re raising kids who don’t need constant noise to feel full.
You’re raising kids who know how to be content without a screen in their face or a schedule in their hand.

That’s not lazy.
That’s powerful.

You’re not failing them by giving them space —
you’re giving them a gift most kids don’t get enough of anymore. 🤍

I don’t want a fast life.I lived that.And all it ever gave me was burnout and blurry memories.Now?I want slow.I want lon...
06/13/2025

I don’t want a fast life.
I lived that.
And all it ever gave me was burnout and blurry memories.

Now?
I want slow.

I want long mornings with my kids.
I want bare feet in the grass and flowers picked just because.
I want to stop and actually smell the roses.
To notice the way the sunlight hits their hair.
To laugh when they’re muddy and wild and free.

I don’t care about a full planner anymore.
I care about full hearts.

Give me sticky hands, quiet moments, and days that feel like a hug.

Let the world keep spinning fast.
We’ll be here—
watching sunsets, chasing fireflies,
and choosing a life that feels like home.

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