"Your are the most important thing to me."
This phrase has never been said, yet has been known by me and my sisters growing up. I was eleven and in second grade when my dad got cancer. He fought past his death date to get to my birthday, while I was in fifth grade. The day after, was his passing and both sides of the family were right behind us. It was hard, I was young, but the only direction was forward. My mom showed me that even after suffering through something you can not wrap your head around, there is a way to cope and move on. Her own dad died when she was only five years old.
My interests were her top priority. She encouraged an explorative attitude, making sure I was reflective on why I did and did not try things. The philosophy "Do not give up before you start," was repeated to me growing up. I learned to try stuff willingly, even if I was certain at times I would dislike something; sometimes, I was surprised! Because of this, growing up was enjoyable as I expanded on my interests. My mom followed me the whole way. Every soccer and baseball game, my tae kwon do sessions, swimming matches, orchestra performances, she was there for it all and enjoyed it.
There was no worry towards what I planned to do growing up. I am thankful the question was never asked and that she helped me maintain focus on school, sports, hobbies and family. The answer to "what do you want to do when you grow up?" comes more naturally when you ponder less and search more. This was done second-handedly as I tried things that interested me.
Choosing between music and engineering, there was not a thing I had ever disliked about music, unlike engineering. I was exposed to all sorts of artists thanks to her, though her obsession with U2 sticks more than others. Picking up the violin and having a healthy hobby towards video games widened my tastes, propelling my imagination. Towards the end of high school, I was certain music production was my niche. I had ideas and wanted to learn to express them. The problem was that any degree or program that seemed worthwhile was located in urbanized areas, far from home and expensive.
When I made it known to my mom that this was what I was interested in, she helped me research. I had goals and wanted them to happen, forgetting the steps in between me and the objectives set ahead. Most importantly, I did these things on my own accord, living up to the claim that "I wanted this," while she prodded me in the right direction. Her teachings on how to rethink how I do things has taught me patience and critical thinking skills.
In my senior year, music tech became a piloted class and that was when I found Shenandoah University. At this point, I had experience with musical software and got a taste of some equipment and studio software. After graduating, it had been determined I would take General Studies at our local community college, Germanna. It was closer to home and less costly, so I could ease into the college life and transfer into their program two years later. My go-getter attitude remained high, even with classes, a job, and other responsibilities holding me back from my musical hobbies. My mom has made sure I know where to ask for help and how to find it on my own when I encounter struggles. I could not feel more ready and excited for transferring.
Unsuspectingly, we learned that the Bachelor's program I was going for was relatively new and unique. A lot of credits would not transfer, though I remained thankful for the experience. As I wrap up my Associates, there is a costly program that awaits me. My mom has stressed the importance of scholarships. Just like always, she is doing her best to support me and is making sure that I am preparing the best I can for all that faces me. Without her, my approach towards formulating strategies would not be as effective as it is and various life tasks would be more frustrating. She has inspired me with love and her displays of strong mental fortitude have always been something to learn from.