By Traci
I know Farm Table Talks are usually about the big stuff—politics, justice, survival.
But today? We’re talking gloves.
Specifically: Why do kids lose them like it’s their job?
I’ve had the same pair of winter gloves for three years.
Three winters of chores, hauling hay, wrangling livestock, and scraping ice off windshields.
I am a menace when it comes to losing things—ask my $80 car keys that vanished three weeks after I got them and still haven’t resurfaced.
But somehow, my gloves? Still here.
My kids, however?
They lose every pair within 48 hours.
Every. Single. Pair.
We’ve tried clips.
We’ve tried strings.
We’ve tried the “put them in your coat sleeves” trick.
And still, by day two of winter, they’re outside with socks on their hands like it’s a fashion statement.
I’ve seen mismatched socks, inside-out socks, even one brave soul wearing dad’s tube socks up to the elbows like medieval gauntlets.
And don’t even get me started on the “I don’t need gloves” phase—where they insist they’re fine until their fingers turn the color of frozen blueberries.
Now, I will say, I went outside in those record-low November temps last Sunday… without my gloves.
Why?
Because they were tucked safely in my winter coat pocket.
And I didn’t wear my winter coat.
Because my hoodie felt warm enough for the 15 minutes it takes to do chores.
Spoiler alert:
It wasn’t.
I came back inside with hands that were red, aching, and full of regret.
Turns out, even the glove-keepers aren’t immune to winter brain.
So maybe it’s not just the kids.
Maybe winter gloves are cursed.
Maybe they’re sentient.
Maybe they’re just waiting for the perfect moment to disappear—right when you need them most.
We can debate immigration, climate policy, and economic justice all day long.
But if you really want to unite parents across the country, ask them this:
How many pairs of gloves have your kids lost this winter?
Drop your glove count in the comments.
Share your best sock-hand photo.
Tell me your survival strategies.
Because winter is long.
And the gloves are missing.
And we’re all just trying to keep our fingers attached until spring.
