lulu wrote:LMAO! ...so many things make sense now
Yes indeed, Our Irish mommas were always quick to educate us, even if they did not know they were doing it. Asked my momma if she knew what Oscar Wilde would have been if he was straight and female. She had me tell her, and I said you momma you. I think that can be said of most Irish mommas.
An Irish momma will tell it like it is. Mom raised us alone and did an awesome job. One Christmas I begged and pleaded for a gift, that was far to costly. Christmas Eve arrived, and it was not the one gift, we got to open. Nor was it amongst the gifts that Christmas morning. By noon I was walking around with the longest of faces through dinner and early evening. The relatives had gathered and I wanted to excuse myself away from the merriment and momma agreed if I was to be sullen and dull, I should go be alone. I told her, I was neither I was just disappointed. I went to my room, and there was a gift, and yes it was the extravagant purchase I had begged for. Momma was then at my door, and said, did you think I was going to ignore your request? I hugged and kisses her as she explained, she did not want me to have it when some my more destructive cousins were visiting ( the kind that will destroy someone just for spite). She told me plain, this is your big gift, next year it is your sister's turn so don't expect too much. We had a great Irish son and momma moment.....
BUT..... as she got to my door, and without a backwards glance, she uttered this.... Disappointment? When you have your own brood, then you'll know true disappointment. Even though she did not really mean it, it cut like a knife, and still does today. My Irish Momma....God Bless Her....