Her support helped Delta Zeta feel even more like home. You never realize how much you need your momma until she is 712 miles away. Our bond, through Delta Zeta, helps the distance feel a little less far. She sent me turtles, as I was now going to be starting my own turtle collection to rival hers. She shared more memories from her experience in a sorority, as it now pertained to my life. When the time came for me to be initiated, she was there. I remember being nonchalant about it. I kept saying it wasn’t that big of a deal if she couldn’t come; my big would be there, so it would be fine. She came, which was no surprise, as my mom has always shown up when I needed her. I never expected her attendance to matter as much as it did. To have her being the active member to officially welcome me into the sisterhood made the moment so special. Every year, as we initiate new women into Delta Zeta, I think of my mom being the one to place the Delta Zeta badge over my heart.
As she shares in my experience, I get to share in her memories of college. This summer, she took me around her alma matter to show me what being a Delta Zeta meant for her. I got to drink milkshakes at The Poky Dot, her old hangout, as she told me stories about her sisters. She took me to paint the bell, a tradition on Fairmont State University, where clubs would sneak out at night and paint the school’s bell in their colors. And while painting the bell in pink and green, I couldn’t help but think this is what Delta Zeta sisterhood is. It’s a connection that spans over time, distance, and generations. On Bid Day, it became a running joke that she was my “Sister Momma.” As I bonded with more and more girls within the sorority, the joke spread. My mom isn’t “Morgan’s mom” or “Miss Jean”, she is Sister Momma Jean. To all my friends, she is a sister (that likes to send Facebook messages with cute turtle stickers). She’s always there. I can tell her everything that goes on and she gets it. She was the one I talked to when I was positive I found my little sister and the first one I texted when I was elected historian. Like all of my DZ sisters, no matter the distance or time, I get to have her for more than four years. This experience has only increased my excitement for the future. I know that when my time is up at Alabama I will always be a Delta Zeta.
- Morgan LaRosa (PC' 15)