Christmas in Ireland seems to be different to some other countries. Our Christmas celebrations begin for most of us on the 23rd of December, and continue until the first Monday in January. In effect two weeks off work. It is an eagerly awaited holiday. One in which family is of the utmost importance. We all … More I’d prefer to be remembered in the pub than in the Church.
I have a lovely partner, my husband of twenty two years, and four wonderful children. However I have a secret love. I have kept this secret love, for as long as I have known my husband. It is not a conventional love, and certainly not one I often speak of. This love of mine is … More Confession. I have a secret love.
Christmas Eve is such a wonderful day when you have children. It is full of anticipation and excitement thinking of the special visitor who will be calling later. From early morning my youngest had acted like the town crier, “One more day”, was her mantra. All the presents were wrapped and under the tree. Much feeling … More A Christmas miracle or wonderful coincidence?
Twelve days to Christmas, Smile when people ask “Are you all organised?”. Plenty time yet. No need to sweat. Eleven days to Christmas, Enjoy wandering through shops, thinking of what presents your loved ones would like. Ten days to Christmas, Go to your first Christmas night out, enjoy the Christmas songs and atmosphere. Nine days … More The twelve days to Christmas.
I am caught up in the Christmas madness, and as a result cannot post as I would like. Instead I will repost an old post, of a Christmas story told to me by a friend. Hopefully it will make you smile, possibly cringe, and maybe even laugh. Although that is just my humor, some of … More A Christmas she’ll never forget.
This week I really struggled to find Christmas. I could see and hear it everywhere. The increase in traffic, the crowds in the shops and the songs on the radio. Yes Christmas was evident everywhere but in my heart. However I have been actively trying to push past this feeling as it is at odds … More Searching for Christmas.
Twenty years ago when I began this journey through motherhood. I was filled with high ideals. I would be a great mum.I had watched my own mum in action,and I was very sure, I would not be at all like her. I would always be understanding. When my child was home late I would listen … More Sometimes it takes a bad mother to be a good mother
“A lie wouldn’t choke you”. As a child my mother often said those words to me, as with the straightest of faces I lied to get out of trouble. Sometimes in exasperation she would exclaim, “Patricia, you would say mass”. I was born to lie. It is possibly my greatest skill. My face never flickers, … More Do I lie? Of course not!
Is it really better to have loved and lost? Is the pain of grief really worth the love? If the death was long and painful was the life worth living? Since my young pals death two weeks ago I have wondered this. Can all the fun and games we had in life, all the laughter … More Is it better to have loved and lost?
As I write on this blog most nights I realise that at times my Irish/English does not translate. There is an ocean between Ireland and some readers, which can result in minor misunderstandings at times. This is quite understandable. But I wonder do you all realise that within our small country of approximately four million … More After twenty years, I still can’t understand my husband!
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