Joyce Whitis

Remember that old song?

M is for the many things she gave me.

O is only that she's growing old.

T is for the times she forgave me,

H is for her heart of purest gold.

E is for her eyes with love-light shining,

R is Right and Right she'll always be. Put them all together and they spell MOTHER, a word that means the world to me!

Today is a special day of celebration of mothers and I am right on it. If it wasn't for my mother I wouldn't be here….well of course! Mothers make it all possible to live and laugh and succeed. Most of us will go to the grave thinking that our mother was the best ever and if you think she was well then she was.

Personally, I know for a fact that my mother was the best ever. From earliest childhood, she was there, apron hung around her neck, strings tied behind her back, herding me through patches of growing tomato vines and spreading peanut vines. She showed me how to harvest the good things that early seeds -planted in dry dirt can produce. She taught me how to sneak up on a careless chicken and have him for Sunday dinner.

But she also taught me that I could go off to college and maybe marry a man who wasn't a chicken farmer and that with a college education I could be a teacher or something else that I wanted to be.

So I went off to college and after graduation went looking for work.

I married a banker who wanted to be a chicken farmer!

We moved to a farm and became chicken farmers and then dairy farmers but everything turned out OK.

Life has been and is good and all because my Mama taught me to be whatever I wanted to be and that I could do whatever made me happy and that my life would be grand.

Thanks, Mama. It worked.