Well for starters most of us here in Ireland have a day off work and those pretending to do Lent can eat sweets or drink (because we all know Jesus took St Patrick’s day off when he was in the dessert!) We can watch our Facebook timelines flood with people sharing everything Irish, and celebrate our culture, country and sense of humour.
But wait, there’s an even better reason to celebrate St Patrick’s Day… It’s my Birthday!
Yes it’s true. I was born on 17th March and my parents obviously spent many hours thinking what to call me, before something inspired them to name me Patricia. That wasn’t today or yesterday and as I wake this morning I’m officially old, really old. In the lead up to this birthday I’ve found it hard to get my head around my age. There are times I think, ‘Wow, I’m ancient’ and there are many times I catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror, and think ‘Wow I look ancient’. I’m not actually sure which of the two is worse.
However despite my being officially over the hill, in the past few weeks I’ve been taking stock of where I’m at in my life,
Compared to my teens and the less than easy time I had back then, this is Heaven.
Compared to my early twenties and watching my Dad slowly die, this is Heaven.
Compared with the early days of marriage and adjusting to life away from family, this is Heaven.
Compared with the early days of mothering, the isolation and exhaustion, this is Heaven.
Compared with being a mother of teenagers, the tempers, power struggles and rows, this is Heaven.
Compared with almost every other time in my life, save perhaps early childhood, this is Heaven.
So today I have a plan. I intend to lighten up, enjoy the day, drink to St Patrick, being Irish and of course, ME. Why don’t you join me?
I may be old on paper, but in my heart I’m still a young girl from Dublin, married to yer man from Cork, living a life surrounded by a family I’m very proud of and friends you’d travel a lifetime to find.
So Happy St Patrick’s Day wherever you are.