And if you have time for a quick read… I present to you a true (and somewhat sad) story:
When our boys were younger, just entering the world of elementary school magic, I watched in fascination and dismay at the growing attention St. Patricks Day received. When I was a kid (says every parent ever), I would dig around in my drawer hoping to produce one piece of green clothing that I could wear so that I would avoid the pinch. And of course, in the years I couldn’t find such green apparel, I would be sure to tell my quick-to-pinch classmates that they were the ones fooled! MY UNDERWEAR was green!! How could they prove me wrong? It was a shoe-in.
As my kids started coming home telling me that there were pesky leprechauns causing mayhem at their schools, and in order to regain ANY control at all, they HAD to build some contraption called a Leprechaun Trap… at HOME….using ALL SORTS of stuff I didn’t have. I faked amusement. Who am I kidding, I didn’t fake anything. I wasn’t amused.
What’s more, Instagram super-parents soon taught us that these Leprechauns also exist at home! And they are here to destroy things – turning rooms upside down on the morning of St. Patrick’s Day, making messes, and coloring things green! Isn’t this FUN? What are we to do?? Make more traps.
The minute one of my kids told me that his friend leaves out his shoes the night before St. Patrick’s Day, and the pesky leprechauns leave candy, money, and gifts, I called uncle. I just didn’t have it in me! I’ll happily purchase matching t-shirts from Old Navy dawning shamrocks, but I would draw the line at destroying my OWN KITCHEN (a task that clearly no one else would be cleaning up but ME), and then pretending to be another fictitious character only to give gifts and money! Staaaaaaaaaap!
So I resisted. And I put an end to the foolishness. And when my kids finally started asking why we don’t have gift-giving-mess-making-leprechaun’s, I only had one thing to say: We don’t celebrate St. Patrick’s Day because We aren’t Irish.
Don’t even get me started on the Elf on the Shelf.
Have I offended you yet? Have you written me off as the World’s Worst Mom? Or are we best friends? Either way, it is what it is. It happened. And it still holds true.
This sad story of my children’s neglected childhood recently led me to wonder about the origin and meaning behind St. Patrick’s Day. Some cities celebrate big with parades, costumed parties, beer bashes and turning entire rivers Green! (Well done Chicago…. Way to one up us lazy moms!).
To honor this Irish-born/American-adopted holiday (and to try to redeem myself), I present a bulleted list of the origin of the St. Patrick’s Day Tradition. You are welcome!
However you celebrate this day of Green – be it grandiose and full of Irish glee or low key family corned beef and cabbage, here’s hoping it’s a Lucky day!
Happy St. Patrick’s Day friends!