March is Women’s History Month, and although it’s difficult to confine the impact of a little more than half the human race to one month, it seems
appropriate, at least for me, that March would be the month chosen.
To say that I was — and in many ways, still am — a “mama’s boy” would be an understatement. My two older brothers are only ten months apart and they are between 3 1/2 and 4 1/2 years older than me. My mother was 21 years old when I was born. So by the time I was three, my brothers were in school, and it was just me and Mama! I greatly benefited from that focused time from her in my very early years.

She was and still is a very caring woman. Very gentle and loving. As I grew up, mom was the one I always confided in. She was easy to talk
to and was a great listener. I knew from an early age that, if I ever got married, I wanted to marry someone like her. And I was blessed to find a woman very similar to her in many ways.

My mom was and still is a beautiful lady inside and out. I can clearly see why my dad fell for her in that tobacco field so many years ago. Her
and my dad were a great team — and 60 years later, they still are! 

I know that Women’s History Month often reflects on the noteworthy accomplishments of women in business, medicine, politics, etc. This year’s theme from the National Women’s History Alliance is “Providing Healing, Promoting Hope.” My mom is a woman of great accomplishment, not because of any great accolades but because of her love and dedication to her family. 

The healing and hope provided by women like my mom are also worthy to be recognized during this month.
My mom was born in March, and I dedicate my publisher’s comments to honor her this Women’s History Month.