I didn’t talk much about St. Patrick’s Day to my kids this year. Or last year. Or ever really. My only memories of it are green beer goggles and “Kiss me. I’m Irish” stickers. (As you can imagine, that combination did NOT work out well for me.)
I imagine Patrick the Saint of Ireland is more interesting but with the time change that has sent me into the seventh circle of tiredness (it turns out I was one hour shy of insanity), I could not be bother learning about the man.
Otherwise, I’m left with a holiday celebrating GREEN to the point that you get PINCHED if you forget. Only today E. Pinching is allowed today but don’t do it again or you’ll go to your room. And not to your sister, please. Or the cat. The cat can’t really wear green, sweetie.
And the leprechauns? Well I read one to many blog posts on the state of fear and AWAKE-NESS that children go after learning about these little tricksters.
I look up some great crafts, like making a pot of gold. Until I realized that I have to explain that we catch little men and force them to give us their MONEY. Because money will make us happy for the rest of our lives. And stealing it is even MORE FUN.
I considered a four-leave clovers craft, which incorporates my children’s handprints (I’m such a sucker for the handprints). But I’m not really into luck per se. I’m more of a fate, faith, hard-work kinda mama. Although I distinctly remember the first four-leaf clover I found on the clover patch near the side of the small Episcopal Church in my tiny New England town. I held the clover in such awe. I couldn’t believe that they really existed.
But today I don’t even know if my son is wearing green today because my daughter woke up at 5:30 a.m..
Happy St. Patrick’s Day from a grumpy, barely-Irish, mama. Have fun with the crafts. I guess.