Today my mother Betty Stewart Wingfield would have been 98 years old. Her Wesleyan College Senior Portrait is one of my favorites. She used to always tell us we were so pretty and she just didn't know how she had such beautiful children. I thought she looked like a Beauty Queen.
I have written about my Mama numerous times over the years, and I constantly tell of her strength and determination—two of the greatest gifts bestowed upon me. How this young widow provided for five children, I'll just never truly know.
Sometimes when I look in the mirror and see features that are hers—specifically my blue eyes and grey hair—I am so grateful for the many lessons from Mama Betty! The family has grown and there's a little bit of Wingfield in all of us: five children, twelve grandchildren, and ten great-grandchildren. Mama would be proud.
Happy Birthday Mama!