How My Mom Made Me Realize College is Important

When I was little, I remember pressing my chubby, small hands against the window, my cheeks smushed against the cool glass, watching my mom’s black Ford Expedition roll into the driveway late at night. I would hear my dad’s footsteps run into my room, and we would watch my mom exit the car and head inside, only to get mad at my dad for letting me stay up late. It was 10:30.

My mom got pregnant with me at around 25 years old. While that wasn’t too old, she was attending college, and had to put it on hold so she could focus on me. Once she was back on her feet, she was able to go to St. Edwards and finish her degree in business management. Since she had a day job, she’d take night classes a couple days a week for months until she graduated.

Now that I’m older than that girl who waited all night for her mom to get home from school, I’ve noticed how far she’s gone. It’s amazing to see how much she’s progressed. Her resume is long and astonishing, she has won countless awards in what she has done, she even won a trip to Hawaii because she was so good at her job. She couldn’t have done this if she didn’t keep trying, if she decided to quit school after I was born. It made me realize how important going to college can be.

Don’t get me wrong, college is very important, and I’ve always known this. Ever since the 6th grade, I’ve been trying to find my dream school. I would fix my grades just so colleges would like them, even when I was only in the 7th grade. 9th grade was a big year for me, I had gotten a 79 in algebra, and I remember thinking that my world was over, that no good college would accept me. I cried to my algebra teacher, I begged her for some extra credit of some sort, and she told me there was nothing I could do, the grade was finalized, and, I did great on my final exam, and that I won’t have to worry.

Though I was so concerned about college, I worried most about disappointing my mom.

My mom is smart is all ways. She has common sense, she’s great with communicating with people, and she was also really good in school. I felt like my mom wouldn’t be getting low grades in algebra. To me, my mom had no flaws, and I never want to disappoint her. When I told her, she just congratulated me for my final exam grade, and we moved on.

My mom, my dog Rio, and I over the summer.
My mom, my dog Rio, and I over the summer.

When I talk about college, my mom fills my mind with all of the things she’s planning for me, SAT preps, journalism internships, colleges in Texas, the list goes on and on. While it stresses me out, I understand. I should take advice from her. When I look at her, I see her as a successful business woman, a hard worker, someone I aspire to be. If she would’ve taken those SAT preps, those internships, then I should too. My biggest goal in life is making my mom proud, I’m excited to see her face when I open my first college acceptance letter.

I want to do everything I can to make her proud of me, and create the greatest future I can have. Without her, first of all, I wouldn’t be born, and second, I’d never truly recognize what college could really do for you.