You didn't get to see me teach first grade, yet I strive to do it just like you did--with love and humor and patience. I continue to pass on your wonderful lessons and art projects to my students. I hear your voice when I teach my kids to read and to love books.
You didn't get to see my first book on the shelves of the library and the bookstore, but I can still remember you dropping whatever you were doing to read the book I'd stapled together out of typing paper and newsprint.
You didn't get to see my daughters grow up, but I see you every day in their beautiful smiles and kind eyes.
Because of you, I am the teacher, writer, and mother that I am.
Happy Mother's Day, Peggy Conway Haywood!
