Tough as a Mother

By Kamari Ramsey 

Every morning, the day began at 4:30 a.m. to make the trek from Palmdale to the Valley, and then back. Two hours each way. My mom, resolute and steady, took my siblings and me to a school far from home, before her own work day started, sacrificing her own comfort for our futures. Gospel music hummed quietly in the background, her voice teaching me scriptures that would guide me through life. As we navigated the grueling commute, our car turned into a modest classroom, where books, assignments and young ambitions filled the hours before sunrise. This routine, though challenging, built my foundation of resilience and time management. My mother’s silent sacrifice taught me to control what I could, even when the world seemed intent on testing us.

Football runs deep in our family. As the youngest in a family of five, I grew up surrounded by the sport. Everyone played. It became our shared tradition, and I embraced it wholeheartedly. Yet, my journey has always encompassed more than just the game. Values instilled from a young age – hard work, humility and open-mindedness – shaped every aspect of my life.

During those long car rides, my dad’s voice, calm and measured, would resonate with the wisdom of experience. A man of few words, he excelled at football and life. “Always listen to the people who love you because love is wanting what’s best for you.” His support, unwavering; critiques sharp and fair. After my best games, he would say, "Good job. Now, let's talk about what’s next." He watched like a scout, ensuring I stayed coachable and focused. From him, I learned that listening takes you far. Effort defines the game. Talent and speed pale next to willpower and determination. Observing players in the league, I realized that chasing the ball comes from within.

As the youngest, I drew lessons from my siblings. My sister, a track athlete, faced numerous injuries. Her perseverance underscored the importance of caring for both mind and body. These lessons molded me into a better athlete and person. I watched my brother on and off the gridiron, vowing to replicate his successes and learn from his mistakes. 

Life as a college athlete demands early morning workouts and constant practice, a lot of time strengthening the bonds of brotherhood. We share the same goal: be better than the person we were yesterday. We push each other to excel, especially outside the lines. Those early car rides taught me the value of teamwork and collective effort, lessons I carry with me onto the field every day.

Growing up just outside LA, USC’s culture and history always extended beyond the Coliseum. The legacy of past players like Taylor Mays and Ronnie Lott inspire me. Our jerseys are nameless to symbolize every great Trojan that’s dug cleats into the grass before us. Meeting these greats and feeling the energy of their achievements motivates me to leave my mark. This legacy, I realize, transcends football; it embodies the Trojan spirit in every aspect of life.

Redshirting my freshman year provided an opportunity to observe and learn the game at a new level. Older players demonstrated how to care for their bodies and maintain consistency. I learned that minimizing bad days and knowing your responsibilities without doubt mattered most. The game, unchanged by the stage, requires presence and passion.

As a local kid, I feel a responsibility to give back to my community in a variety of ways. Sharing knowledge and advice with younger generations, especially my cousins, holds great significance. Leading by example, I hope to show them that if I can achieve it, they can too. Giving back involves being a role model and proving that hard work and dedication make anything possible. It’s humbling and fulfilling to participate in work with House of Victory’s nonprofit partners. One that has been particularly impactful is Midnight Mission. Serving our unhoused brothers and sisters in need is something I don’t take lightly, and I strive to make each experience a positive one, no matter whether I’m on the field, in the classroom or in the community.

Creating my own legacy at USC means embodying hard work, being a great teammate and making a positive impact on the Trojan community. I strive to encapsulate everything it means to belong to the Trojan family, leaving a lasting, positive influence. This journey taught me the value of listening and learning from those who love you. Their advice and support form the foundation of my success.

Every time I step onto the field, I carry with me the lessons from those early morning car rides, where dreams were nurtured and ambitions were born. Just as my mother’s sacrifices set the stage for my journey, I hope to pave the way for those who come after me. Be as tough as your mother. They’re always there for you. Prove that dedication and hard work can turn any commute into a path to greatness. Driven people drive – not just cars, but themselves and those around them, toward a future shaped by resilience and ambition.