Dixie Rebel

How many clichés are there for time flies, or in the blink of an eye, in two shakes of a lambs tale, it seems just like yesterday, before you were a gleam in your father’s eye... however you say it, they all apply here to describe how I feel about my daughter finishing up with her Associates Degree from Dixie University (yes it is now a university but still has the same name, which is another story).

It seems like just yesterday Hannah and Erica were hell bent upon becoming Dixie State Rebels—there was no discussing; their minds were made up.  She was ready to become a “big girl” and live away from her mom & dad, and sunny St. George was far enough away to do that.  We went to dinner at The Black Bear Dinner, and the tears flowed, and flowed—no not ours, hers!  There was a nice waiter kid I think his name was Sam, a British kid, who saw the melt down. He was on it and offered to show her around the next day. She would have none of that and preferred to cry instead. Hours later we were just happy to break free of her.

That was 2 years ago, and is now she is shopping for a school to finish up her bachelor’s degree. Hannah & Erica both regret attending Dixie and are none too fond of St. George. I think in retrospect they will look back with fond memories, and appreciate their time there. They have both become more mature and independent. They dream of moving out of state and attending some exotic school—honestly I can’t blame them. That was always my dream too. It’s a difficult thing to do though; there are a lot of pieces to put together, and I could never put those pieces together to leave the greater land of Zion.

I am proud of her, and no matter what she picks, I know she will make a good decision. She has always been very driven and dedicated. She has an enormous amount of talent shoved into a little body—she gets it from her mother. But my little Dixie Rebel is too young to realize how wise she is, and how much grit she really has.