Good Deeds

         The world has become a cruel place; the environment is bad for us and people are harsh. Long ago, it was easy to hitch hike, easy to ask people for favors and not worry when you leave your doors unlocked.  But as the years progress and the economy becomes unstable, people become stressed and unkind, so much so that it has become difficult to trust anyone. Being able to trust someone is an important trait. Having that feeling of safeness while walking on the side of the road seems unthinkable nowadays. Anything could happen within a short period of time.

            It’s difficult to pick up hitchhikers let alone be one. I’m sure everyone passes hitchhikers daily and you don’t think much of it. But if you pass an elder, you get a sad feeling in your heart, hoping someone driving behind you will pick them up when you don’t.

           

            On Saturday, February 23, my mom, Jaken and I were headed home from her work in Burnside. As we left, we saw a lady hitchhiking with her two young children. As we saw them my mom and I looked at each other, and decided to give them a ride thinking they were not going far. As we pulled over to the side of the road, I asked where they were going and the children said cheerfully,  “We’re going to Winslow!” I was surprised. This lady was walking with her two children in the cold to a place, which was over 50 miles. My mom and I decided to take them as far as Dilcon, but the kids fell asleep. How could we wake them?  How could we make them walk in the cold again? Well, we couldn’t.

           

            The two kids began chatting and playing with Jaken. They were well behaved, had good manners and they were beautiful. The mother told us they were going to visit her mother in the nursing home. She was very thankful, and she thanked us many times and made thankful comments to the Lord. As we got into Winslow, she and her kids became more and more excited. They ran into the nursing home carrying mutton stew and fry bread they had made at home. We slowly walked inside behind them. The grandma was waiting with the biggest smile on her face. She quickly said hi to us, and thanked us for bringing her children to see her. We decided to visit with my own grandma’s sister, who was also in the same nursing home.  It was already decided that we would also take them home again when they were done visiting.

            As we left the nursing home a couple hours later, the mother of the children asked us to stop to get food for her kids. We bought them food and began our way home. The kids sat quietly, eating. I began talking to the little boy whose name was Trevor and was in the third grade.  The little girl attended Head Start and her name was Tiara. We took them back to their house in Steamboat. The kids said goodbye and the mom thanked us once again.

           

            As we left their house I felt a sense of happiness. I could not imagine the kids walking in the cold to Winslow. I could feel how thankful the mom was for us. It made me think of the challenges people face daily. It was amazing getting to know the kids and making them happy. I’m thankful we made that trip to Burnside in the first place. This was our good deed. So with this I say, please try to make someone’s day by doing something nice for them, their lives may be more challenging than your own. 

The Outcome

It’s amazing how easily you can judge someone, things, even places. You judge people by their looks, names and even their interest in different things. Places are judged by their names and how the town looks. Last week I was rattling my brain trying to determine which college I wanted to attend in the fall. I was stuck between Utah State University in Blanding Utah and Northland Pioneer College in Holbrook Arizona. I did not want to move to Blanding,  to move away from my family and to take the more challenging road.

This past week on Tuesday I took a trip up to Blanding with my mom. I wanted to give Blanding and the University a chance. Maybe I would like it, right? We dropped off Jaken at the babysitter’s and left Ganado by 7:30 a.m. We talked about everything; our open relationship gave us the opportunity to really understand each other. I really cherished the trip with her. I wanted to look around, but the fog limited the scenery. We drove for about an hour with a short stop at a store for snacks, and were on our way again. I saw the sign Utah state line; I had that little jumpy feeling. I told my mom to stop and I quickly took a picture. This is where I would maybe be traveling many times.

As we drove the fog slowly disappeared and the scenery was appearing again. The red of the rocks were beautiful. We passed through Bluff, Utah. The next town was Blanding.  I was excited to see the town but also afraid to make my decision. As we entered Blanding I tried my best to glance at everything. It was a very small town; I’d have to say smaller than Holbrook. We entered the college campus, which was also small. I told my mom I didn’t like it. I judged the town and the college; I didn’t like it being so small. My mom and I walked into the main building of the campus. We had a tour scheduled, and the college vice president greeted us. My first question for him was, “Do you have a daycare?” He replied with a “yes!”

We walked through the main building which was a two-storied. We met many employees, who were all extremely friendly. Each of them asked my name, where I was from and if I was interested in the college. I was hesitant from the beginning of the tour. I was hoping I wouldn’t like the college; it would definitely make my decision easier. As we walked through all the buildings, I was slowly falling in love with the school but I was trying to fight it.  It was small with a small population, but that’s what I wanted out of a college. We sat down to have lunch; I had the lumpy feeling in my throat like I wanted to cry. I didn’t want to make the decision of leaving home, to leave my mom alone and us out on our own.

As we left the college we decided to visit a close friend that also lives in Blanding. I sat down and right away he started talking to me. He gave me words of wisdom, words that I would always remember, words that changed my mind and gave me the courage to go for it. After our long discussion, we decided to look at open apartments in his complex. We walked into a two-story apartment, two bedroom and still brand new. I could see myself living there, with Jaken running around and having a good time. I loved the small town with no distractions, the apartment and of course, the college.

The drive home was way quieter. I was stuck; I didn’t know what I wanted. I kept telling my mom I liked it. I soon asked her what she wanted me to do but of course she didn’t answer. This was my decision. When we got home, I told Daniel about the trip and he was willing to go with us. He was willing to move to Blanding. On Thursday, February 14, 2013, I accepted my scholarship to Utah State University. I had made my decision.

Don’t judge places if you haven’t seen it. Don’t judge people if you’ve just met them. I learned that with this trip. Get to know a person or place before you judge. You might be wrong and love it! (: 

Decisons, Decisions!

Throughout my life I have been dreaming about going to college. I was raised in a family who went to college and now has Master’s Degrees. I’ve put a lot of pressure on myself throughout High School to get the good grades and a high GPA that was expected of me. I made goals for myself. I told myself what I wanted to do and how I thought I would get there. But as I think about everything now, that road has changed. I have higher expectations, a bigger goal and an even bigger responsibility.

            I’m sure a majority of individuals have this dream, but many do not get the chance to live it. I have been given an opportunity to go to college, but having a child makes this decision much more difficult. Taking care of a toddler and being a full time student doesn’t seem like the dream. But this is my life and it’s what I have to do.

            I have applied to different schools, both close and far from home. I’m hesitant on whether I want to live far from my family or stay close. I’ve been accepted to Northern Arizona University, Utah State University, Fort Lewis College, and Northland Pioneer College. I’ve been slowly eliminating colleges. I’ve eliminated Fort Lewis College because they do not offer a nursing program and I’ve eliminated Northern Arizona University because of the high cost of living.

            This past week I found out I have been offered the Presidential Scholarship from Utah State University. It is supposed to be an honor, right?  But I don’t feel the way one is supposed to feel when one is thrown a free educational opportunity. I am thankful they believe in my potential and all the hard work through High School has paid off. But I’m confused and worried. How do I go through a University with a child? I’ve heard many college students without kids complain that college is hard, that you have to be totally committed and it’s a lot of work. So how do I do it?

            In the past, my mom has offered to keep Jaken here at home while I am off at college but how do I do that? The thought of leaving my son to go to college is frightening. I’ve been with my little boy since he was born and I’m not ready to let someone else raise him when it’s my job. The thought of leaving him for a day is difficult enough, how am I going to do it for a week? So leaving my son here is not an option for me. I want to take him with me, to go through the challenge together. I want him to see that I am working through the challenges for him.

            With everything screaming in my head, “Just stay close to home!” I want to take the challenge of going to university. Yes, this scares me so much but I have to do it for myself and most of all Jaken. I may not go to University but there is also the chance. I have already gone through come challenges with having a kid, but within me I believe I am strong enough to jump past this next big challenge if I get past my fears of leaving. So with this I say, jump past your fears, take the next bigger step. It’s your life and your decisions, choose what you want to do. It may not be what everyone expects of you, but that’s what makes you different.  

My Navajo Tradition

         Throughout my life I’ve lived on the Navajo Reservation. I’m a young mom whose family was raised with the Navajo tradition that our elders and ancestors also learned from. I was raised to believe that within our Four Sacred Mountains, we are protected by our Holy Deities. I was told to take care of our land, respect our elders and don’t be afraid to be ourselves. Our Navajo land was once the pride of our people; no one was ashamed of calling it home. It was definitely not the dullest place people have said it to be, but the most beautiful. With the corn sprouting during the spring, the sheep grazing and the smell of a mothers cooking; it was home.

            I believe the Navajo are strong and determined people. My ancestors and elders worked hard every day of their lives. Mothers and daughters took on the duties of cooking, herding sheep and taking care of the Hogan. Fathers would hunt for food, and teach their sons men duties to prepare them for the future when they have families of their own. Prayers, songs and animals, all of Mother Earth’s bounty stood for something; at times helping us in ways we would never understand. Our tradition helps us get through difficult times; sicknesses, famine and personal hardships.

As I get older I notice that teenagers, Navajo or not, do not realize the importance of our traditions. Everyday I see on comments on Facebook and at school, the comments of “rez kids.” Navajo people and our land have been turned into a stereotype. We are now thought of as a dirty, poor reservation. Gallup, where our elders shop, is now the lamest place to go. Sheep meat (mutton) is now the nastiest thing to eat. If times have changed so much, how will it be when my little boy grows up and goes to school? Will the rude comments be worse? Will our Dinetah be a sad and lonely place? Will our traditions and language be forgotten?

This is what I’m afraid of! That my little boy will grow up to an even crueler world than now. That his tradition would be the worst practice of all? I know every mother’s fear is for her child to be bullied and not be accepted, but I would never have thought my worst fear for him is to be bullied because of his tradition, something that as Navajos we were once proud of and to be. I notice that young Navajo girls take our tradition for granted; degrading it because their friends are doing it and for what, because it makes them look cool or better than us? I wish they would realize they are only degrading themselves, their families, and their elders.

It’s hard to think this is what our world is coming too, but the best thing to do is prepare for the worst. No one knows what the future holds. Will this view continue as is or will it take a turn for the worse? No one will know, till the time comes.

So with this I say, I am a proud Navajo, I love my tradition, and I love my family. I thank my grandparents, my elders and ancestor for making that Long Walk. Thank You for keeping our tradition alive for this long, and I will try my best to keep it going. I love mutton, my language, and our ceremonies that keep me safe and healthy. But I am most proud that my Jaken will grow up in this traditional environment. I know it will keep him safe and out of harm’s way. He will always be my little Navajo boy and I will always be his Navajo momma.

I say to my generation, be proud of who you are, don’t take your religion or traditions for granted! In the end, no matter what you believe in, it will always be there for you, it will help you through difficult times and be with you during the happiest. Don’t let any person change your thought on what you believe. 

The Almost Lost Of Friendships

One of challenges brought along with teen pregnancies is the lost of friends. In my opinion, friendships are individuals supporting each other, emotionally, physically, and mentally. In all teen pregnancy sites it tells you that you lose friends. Well, I wish I could tell you this is a myth but it’s true.  I’m not saying that it happens in each teen pregnancy situation but if definitely happens to many. I would watch all the shows and read the articles and thought to myself that I would never lose my friends but it happened.

            Once I had my son I found myself drifting away from my friends but most importantly my best friend, Morgan. Morgan was always there for me; we talked about everything and laughed about anything. Every person has that one friend they are the closest to and she was that person for me. Morgan and I stopped talking, We walked pass each other in the halls like we didn’t know each other. The awkwardness between her and I was something I thought we would never experience. Eventually, we started talking again. We aren’t like we used to be but that’s okay, She will always be my best friend.

  My son Jaken is my life, my responsibility; he is what makes me happy now. My life was committed to Jaken; I had no time to text, to call, or to visit Morgan. Yes, she was there when I had him, she brought him clothes, and diapers, I appreciated that, of course. I tried my hardest to keep in-touch with her, to stay in-touch with all my friends but it was difficult. I grew further and further away from my best friend, I had less in common with my friends. I tried my hardest to stop it but I felt like I had no control.

            I would never change my life, because motherhood is the greatest blessing. Once you become a mother all your attention is committed to that one little soul. I’ve gone through the motherhood challenges at a very young age but I would never take it back.

            I want my friends to know that being a mother is challenging. Yes, I would love to be at basketball games, dances, and be creating life long memories with them. But Jaken is my life now. I can’t explain it any better. So to all my friends out there, I’m Sorry for not participating enough or being there when my presence is needed. I love my friends that have been supporting me through out this challenge. Thank-you for being here for me, with your supporting words and the comments of Jaken when you see him.

So with this I say, “Cherish Your Friends, Don’t take them for granted.” No matter what you go through they will always be there for you, to listen to your problems and to have you’re back no matter what. 

The Beginning Of My Story.

        I'm Tiana Yazzie. Seventeen years young and live on the Navajo reservation, I am full Navajo.  I go to Holbrook High School, Holbrook is a small town located on the famous Route 66. I would not be the only one to say that Holbrook is a pretty small town but it is. People within the community may say that it sucks or it's boring but you know, it's part of us and it will always somehow be. 

      When I was a sophomore in High School I found myself pregnant. I did not once think it would happen to me, but it did. My boyfriend and I had been together for 2 years. But still that did not make it all right to have a baby at sixteen. How do two sixteen year olds raise a baby? That, of course was the big question to everybody. I was a volleyball player, a straight A student, and I hung out with friends the way teenagers do. 

      The day after I found out I was expecting I broke the news to my mom. My mom is a single parent, who was supporting my two sisters and I. how could I put more pressure on her? I did not think about all these questions till after I was pregnant, I could not take anything back. I couldn't get you know "Un-Pregnant." I was surprised with my mother's reaction to the news. There were a lot of tears, no hitting or yelling, but straight talking. I knew she was upset and afraid for me but she did not show it. She was a strong lady, and she showed it very well. I knew she would be with me every step of the way when she said, "Don't Be Sorry, Babies Are A Gift From God." 

      The days, weeks, and months into the pregnancy, the more real it became. My due date on, August 23, 2011.  Summer had arrived, my date coming closer and closer. I did not believe in abortion or adoption, He was my baby and I planned on raising him. I transferred my junior year of high school to be closer to my baby when he was born. I was not about to give up on school; I needed to get an education for him and myself. My boyfriend was doing his part in trying to earn money. He worked through out the entire summer. Saving money and getting ready for our soon baby boy. 

      Then the day came. Three days before my due date, the contractions began. The only thing to do was to walk to make the labor go by faster, it didn't help the contractions, they worsened as they came. After 19 long hours of contractions, it was time to push. As my little boy entered the world, the world seemed to have gotten brighter. I didn't think of myself as a teenager anymore, but as a mother. I had to watch over him, he was my responsibility. My boyfriend had stuck by my side; he was there through the labor and is still to this day raising our son. 

       I may have gotten through the labor but that was the easy part. I have so many things to overcome as a teenage mom. It's only the beginning.