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Happy Mama's Day: Post 5

Mama is completely dedicated to her kids. I don't know that anyone noticed, but the examples I used yesterday about making something happen all day involved mama doing something for the four of us. That might have been something fun, like Ireland, or something stressful, like saving Mark from the whole storyline life thing, but it was all about us.

When I was first deciding where to go to college, a big discussion was money. Was it really worth it to go somewhere where the tuition would be a HUGE cost, even though the education would be a little bit better? In the end, it came down to American or BYU. I liked both schools, but BYU was significantly cheaper than American, even with scholarships.

Although it represented a significant sacrifice on the part of my parents, my mom always stood by me making whatever choice I wanted to make. When I chose American; she was good with it, and always came to pick me up freshman year. I distinctly remember one time where she dropped me off Sunday night around ten at night, and about an hour later I realized I had left all of my bathroom stuff in the car. She turned around and added two hours to her drive just for me.

While I did end up transferring to BYU later, I LOVED attending American. I had fantastic professors and learned so much about myself. I figured out that I really wanted to serve a mission there, beyond just serving because it was the thing to do. I made fantastic friends with whom I'm still in touch. And, it 100% confirmed that I wanted to do something with government with my career choice.

Rebecca and I went back a couple of years ago and walked around, and I had super happy memories of attending there. While mama would probably like to think that one day I will get my PhD from there or something, :-) even if I don't, American will always hold a special place in my heart, and I got to go there because of her support.

Happy Mother's Day mama!



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