My Mom Made Me Vote
It was a late night last night, where my brother and I had just gotten home from dropping my sister off at her dorm after the fantastic NF concert at the Aztec Theatre here in San Antonio. I fell into a deep sleep soon after.
Then in the morning, my usual 6:35 a.m. alarm went off. It was time to take my siblings to school, but I stopped getting out of bed when I heard my mom tell the kids to hurry up because she was going to be late for a meeting. That meant I could sleep a little bit more before I had to get up and get writing.
But then the time flew on by (as it always does) and I was woken a couple of hours later by my mom, who was telling me to go vote with her. I told her I couldn’t because I was sure that the update to my voter’s registration hadn’t gone through yet. She said OK and went to go vote.
See, I’d just moved back to San Antonio after living in Cedar Falls, IA for four years, where I went to college. I turned 18 there, registered there, and voted for the first time there. After graduating, I hadn’t re-registered until I lost my driver’s license a couple of weeks ago and I never received confirmation that my voter’s registration was completed.
But as the day went on, my mom still persisted…
Before the ballots closed at 7 p.m. (it was about 6:25 p.m. — this all happened only a couple of hours ago), my mom said it was worth going to see if I’d be able to vote. So we went to the local high school where our precinct’s poll site was.
When we got there, I was happy to see that there wasn’t a crowd. I’d be able to do this quickly (if I was able to at all). But when I gave my license to the volunteer to sign me in, he said that I had to go to a different middle school where a different precinct’s poll site was.
When we were walking to the van, I still wasn’t sure that my registration went through. But my mom assured me that it did, because they wouldn’t have referred me to the different poll site. She explained that the reason I had to go to the different site was because of my address change from my old Texas license (the lost one) to my new one.
Then when my mom and I got back in the van, I told her it wasn’t worth going all of the way over there. We simply didn’t have enough time. But she said we’d make it.
And we did. I’d never seen our minivan move that fast before. It took us all of the way to the other poll site in just a couple of minutes.
When we arrived, I noticed that the parking lot had way more cars than the previous one. My mom dropped me off in the front while she went to go park.
The line was almost out the door when I stepped in. As I found the end of the line, I was hoping that I would be able to vote because if they said I wouldn’t be able to because of the updates to my registration, I would’ve been very frustrated.
But once I finally reached the volunteer’s table, they scanned my license and had me update a card. That was it.
I was able to vote.
On the way out, my mom wanted to take a picture of me (the one above). After she did, another father and daughter came by and asked if I would take their picture for them. I did.
My mom pushed me to exercise my right to vote tonight. She helped me take my step in making a difference.
I will always remember this night, and one day, I hope I’m able to race a minivan across town to get my kids to vote and let their voices be heard.