I remember she held my hand while we walked into the school together. I remember Ms. Fierro was my 2nd grade teacher. And I remember letting go of my mom's hand and watched her walk away. I fought back tears, because I was now a big girl. I didn't want my classmates to think I was a baby.
Well, ten years later things have changed. It's no longer me crying for my mommy; my mommy is now crying for me.
I start classes at Texas State University in the fall. In fact, I'm on my way to orientation right now. And just an hour into our three and a half hour drive, I've realized so much.
I've realized that my parents won't be there to drive me around. I will no longer sit and have dinner with my family. I won't wake up early on Saturdays and clean. I won't have my sisters sneak into my closet when I'm asleep. I won't be caught in the middle of an argument between my siblings and I. I won't be there to watch my sister walk through the front doors of the school that I made memories in. I won't be there for no ones birthday. I won't be at my church on Sundays. I won't be able to hug and kiss my mom. I won't be in Dallas making memories with my family. I won't feel the peace I have in my own home. I won't be there to have movie-nights with my sisters. I won't be there to hug and play with my dog. I won't wake up to my dad singing and telling his not-so-funny jokes. I won't sit on the couch on a warm Saturday morning watching the cars on my street pass by. I won't do a lot of things that I've grown to do with my family. All that'll be left of me is a phone call, a video call, and a text message. I've realized that times are changing. It's impossible to stop time. All that I can do now is try to embrace every single moment in my life, because it's all going to fade into the wind. It's all going to turn into a memory, which will then turn into a blurry image buried in the far back side of my thoughts, and wrapped into a box of what made me who I am today in the deepest part of my heart.
I am incredibly proud of my accomplishments and I am satisfied with my share of mistakes. Mistakes that have led me to be the woman I am today.
I am on my way to bigger and better things. I am on my way to success. I am on my way to make my mom proud to say, "that's my daughter."