"Here's to good Irish women. May we know them, may we raise them, may we be them."
In honor of St. Patrick's Day, I took a second look at this quote. For a moment I realized why every woman in the Quinlan family has a decoration of some sort starting that very thing. When I think of good women, I think of Quinlan women... and they so happen to be Irish.
Before I start my mushy gushy rant, my disclaimer is that just because I'm only talking about how wonderful the women are, doesn't mean the men aren't too. I happen to be female, so they get the blog for the day. Plus it is mostly the wonderful Irish women of my family reading this blog!
What does being a "good Irish woman" mean?
It means that when your Godson needs to come home, the United States Marine Corps doesn't stand a chance against you.
It means you move across the country to chase your dreams and take chances.
It means you house nieces and nephews while they get on their feet or before their mother's want to cut off their feet.
It means at 60 you are still plotting cross country trips.
It means you cry when you want to cry and you don't wear a bra if you don't want to.
It means you get kicked out of hotels in Las Vegas for laughing too loud.
It means you publish books, read poetry, make quilts, craft cards & produce movies.
It means you still have weekend long sleepovers with your sisters.
It means you protect the virtue of the ones who can't on their own.
You teach, you empower, you tell it like it is, you cook for your family, you laugh at things that aren't even that funny, you wear purple.
Being a good Irish woman means you take risks, love until it hurts, and always, always, always look after one another.
Each aunt, cousin, sister & mother in my family took a part in raising this Irish woman. I have had the honor of growing up around good, strong, powerful women. I know them, they've raised me and therefore I can only hope to be one like them.
