I am the daughter of Janie Sheffield. On November 5, 1972, God saw fit to make me her daughter. She and my Daddy taught me absolutely everything I know.
My Momma taught me how to do the right thing even when you don't want to. She taught me how to be hard headed and ask questions. She taught me how to appreciate people - all sizes, all ages, all shapes, and all colors. She taught me how to dig in my heels. She taught me what it means to work hard and play hard. She taught me that tough times don't last, but tough people do. She showed me how to love unconditionally. She didn't always like me but she ALWAYS loved me. She taught me how to tackle hard tasks by eating "that elephant one bite at a time". She taught me how to give of my time, talents and possessions. She taught me to live life with no "what if's".
She taught me that there is nothing wrong with crying - in fact it is healthy. She taught me how to make it after losing someone you love dearly. She taught me a love for my family and my savior. Because of my momma I know that everything is always gonna be ok. Because He lives, I can face Tomorrow. She also taught me that you can't ever sing that song without crying. She taught me how to pick a man and love a man. Momma taught me how to use my mind and hands to be creative. She taught me to measure twice and cut once. Momma taught me how to work hard and play hard.
Momma taught me how to tough it out when times are tough and soak it in when Life is Good. Give it all you got - even when you don't like what you got. Whether it be genetic mutations, ADHD, lung transplants, or dyslexia -- my momma had me ready for whatever life brought my way. Momma taught me that I can do anything.
I am terribly sorry that you were not the lucky one chosen to be raised by this mighty woman. So here's to my Momma, who taught me how to do this life right. I love you!