We were given the assignment to find one word that describes each of us personally and in depth. After racking my brain for about a day and trying to think of over a billion adjectives in this world that could actually capture all of this awesomeness, I was stumped. It wasn’t until the next morning when I woke up and looked around my room that I found the perfect word for me: VALENCIA.
Valencia in Latin means strength and brave. Hearing the word pronounced is beautiful and makes me happy. To those who speak Spanish, it rolls and often the V is replaced with the sound of a b, while to Americans it comes out so smooth. Either way, the name remains strong, unique, and something you’ll want to hear or say over and over again.
I am both African-American and Spanish. I feel my name captures both sides of me. The word is so beautiful, strong, and brave. The majority of people who know me and interact with me can tell you I fit that description perfectly.
I could have let a lot of obstacles stop me from becoming who I am today or from being where I am right now, but I took chances. When doors closed on me, I found windows to go through. This has resulted in the head strong, beautiful, brave young lady that could possibly soon be in your presence.
When I was in the 5th grade, one of my teachers made us find the meaning or definition behind our names. Mine has stuck with me ever since. That’s why when I woke up that morning and looked around my room and all I saw was my name or initial, I automatically knew that no better word could describe me.
Some people go through life wishing to change their names or say “I feel like I should have been a ________”. I beg to differ. The one thing I can thank my mother for is naming me Valencia.