By Samantha Kiesel
Editor in chief
For the past three years, Dads Weekend and Homecoming haven’t really meant much to me.
Despite having a family full of Illini fans — my parents and my two older siblings attended Illinois — I didn’t get much out of these specific days.
The main reason was for the fact that I saw my parents every single home football game because they have had season tickets for the past four years.
Last fall, I saw my parents on eight Saturday’s for at least a few hours. These were fun days for me, obviously. I loved seeing my parents and they loved being on campus. But because I saw them for every football game at Memorial Stadium, the special weekends didn’t mean much. It was just like every other weekend.
Until this coming year. This being my last year of college, it also means it is the last time my parents will have a child in Champaign, which they have had for the past nine years.
There are times I think I didn’t appreciate their visits the past three years. It was always the same; they would come bringing me new clothes for the changing season, some food and that was it.
We might have grabbed something to eat if the game was late enough. We would then both watch the game in our separate seats and they would be on their way home after the game.
I took many of these visits for granted, but to be honest, what was I to expect when I saw them week after week? Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents all so much, but sometimes I enjoy my freedom. I like going tailgating with my friends, but I always felt obligated to be with my parents and their friends, too.
It was a dilemma each week.
But standing where I am now, I love that I have spent all those football games either tailgating before or after the game with my family.
Of course, sometimes I kind of wished I did things with friends, but I am proud to say that I had the cool, or at least I pretend they are cool, parents who had the tailgate set up for any of my friends to join.
I had the older siblings who would share stories and memories with my friends.
I had the Illini parents.
The ones who knew what was happening with the administration, athletics and everything in between. Sometimes I think they love this campus more than I do.
I am so grateful to have such active parents. Of course, sometimes I don’t know what to do with them when they come down because they know everything.
But it makes me proud that they can buy the alumni shirt plus the “I’m an Illini Mom” shirt.
So my advice to parents: You should have gone here. No, just kidding. But what made my college experience so much the better, at least to this point, is that I have parents who care what was going on down here. I could tell them that Zorbas finally opened again and then they would recall memories back from then.
We all share this campus together. It is a place that in the future we can come back to and bond over.
It will always be special to me, but the fact that I have also shared memories here with my family makes it even better.
You don’t have to have gone here to be part of this campus.
Do research, and you will connect with your child a lot better than if you just send them on their way and only see them when they come visit.
What is even better is that if you didn’t go to Illinois, take them to your campus. Show them around your familiarity. Sharing the college experience with your child is a rare one. They are finally growing up to understand what it means to be an adult. Bonding with them about when you were young is actually a fun time.
But if you do anything, go to Dads Weekend, Homecoming, Moms Weekend. Go to all of it.
Because before you know it you’ll be down here in Champaign for graduation. And if it’s only the second time you have been down on campus, you’ll regret it.
Samantha is a senior in media.