My experience as a first-generation, first-born child was different than most. I was the firstborn of a 19-year-old mother and a 23-year-old father who were not married. As you would expect they did not end up staying together and they ended up "officially" splitting up when I was about 3 years old. A normal split household is hard enough on its own to grow up in, but the situations I was put in at a young age made it even harder.
After my parents split up I didn't remember much until I was about 5 years old when my mom ended up getting pregnant and marrying another guy. Which he lived in Austin, Tx and we live in Dallas, Tx. My mom tried to take me away from my dad and move to Austin but he didn't let that happen. That ended up to be the least of our worries once my mom had my little (half), sister. Once she was born there was something wrong but we couldn't figure it out, nor the doctors. When she was about a month and a half the doctors ended up finding a brain tumor that took up over 75% of her brain, and my mom and her husband only had two choices. One, do the surgery that may or may not work and if it does work she would be a "vegetable" and she wouldn't be able to do anything for herself. Two, they just take her off life support and let nature take its course, and they ended up going with option two. After we lost my little sister everything went downhill; my mom became depressed, her husband left her, and I became second priority behind her. That was only the beginning of an awful next 7-8 years of my life.
About 2 years after that devastating situation my family went through my mom met this new guy (which wasn't a surprising thing at this point), and he was awful. He was bipolar and verbally, emotionally, and physically abusive (never physical towards me thankfully) towards my mom and me. Due to my mom's selfishness and poor priorities, I was put in very inappropriate situations at a young age that was not okay. For example, at the ages 8 and 9, my mom would leave me home alone at night while she went out, and during the day when she would work when I wouldn't have school and I had to cook/fend for myself. Another one would be allowing me to see the fights she and her boyfriend would get into because they would get scary. There was yelling and things being thrown and broken etc., so as a little girl that was scary to experience. If I were to say the worst thing that I saw was seeing her boyfriend stand over his daughter and choke/hit her while my mom is fighting to try and get him off of her. After that happened he went to jail but guess who bailed him out..... you guessed it.... my mom!
Due to the lack of structure and care for success in my household that is how I started to act in my everyday life. I wasn't doing well in school, in soccer, I was rude and disrespectful and didn't have God at the center of my life. Thankfully that all changed when my dad met my step-mom (now mom), and she completely changed our lives for the better. When she came into our lives she brought God with her which is exactly what we needed if we wanted to admit it or not. As the years went on she taught me how a mother is supposed to love their daughter, she taught me how to practice self-discipline, and most importantly she taught me how to let God in and trust him with my life. Once I started to learn those things my whole demeanor and outlook on my future started to change. I started to make goals for myself, but instead of just saying I wanted them I started to work for them. Another thing that I got better at but still struggle with was my scarring thoughts and memories that had to do with my mom. I had thoughts like "why does she love him more than me?", "Why doesn't she love me enough to leave him?" or "what did I do wrong for her to not love me as much as him?", so it was hard to understand that I didn't do anything wrong and that she is who she is and I can't change that. Once I started to understand all of this and believe that I deserve better I decided to move in with my dad and stepmom full time. It was the best decision I ever made, but I couldn't have made that decision without the support of my parents and the guidance of God.
There is more to the story but the point is that I am so thankful to have gone through all of this hardship because it has made me such a better person. I am so excited to start the next chapter of my life to show my parents that everything they have been through and sacrificed for me will all be worth it. Also, I want to be a better person, woman, and most importantly a better mother than my mom ever was. What she put me through gives me fuel to achieve the goals I have set for myself, and for that, I couldn't be more grateful. I pray that you consider me for this scholarship so that I can help my parents pay for my college education since they have done so much for me already. I can't wait to start the next chapter of my life and live out God's plan for my future.