Many readers of this blog were raised by Irish or Irish American mothers.
In this little corner of the internet, we easily recognize the traits and characteristics which make Irish mothers unique and exceptional.
Irish mothers are supportive and attentive, caring for us in their uncomplicated ways, loving us with quiet, unassuming devotion.
Deep love and power is conveyed through their simple acts of caring.
In day-to-day life, we pay little attention to the tasks our Irish mothers automatically do out of love, unaware of the special significance and importance of their nurturing care, blossoming under their ever watchful attention.
Our Irish mothers are unflappable, resourceful, and above all, have hearts of gold.
Our Irish mothers may not be very demonstrative when showing their love. They may not hug and kiss us in public with wild enthusiasm. They may not verbalize their love as others do. They may not shower us with praise when we do ordinary things.
But their love is always there.
It's through their simple, everyday acts of kindness, that we grow to appreciate their loving, resilient and hopeful ways.
In today's post, I'm delighted to share a special tribute to an amazing Irish American Mom written by her daughter, Lily Tierney.
This is a poignant tribute to a wonderful Irish American Mom, Rose Tierney from Brooklyn, New York. I'm honored to share it with you today.
A Tribute To My Irish American Mom
When I got home, I saw my mother had taken my clothes off the clothesline.
She was always doing things like that for me.
I never asked her to, but she would just think to do it.
She would run errands, and always took her shopping cart even when she had a doctor's appointment.
Sometimes, she would be standing by the train station waiting for me to arrive from work.
We would walk back home with her pushing the shopping cart.
She would always push it in front of her like it was a baby carriage.
At times, there were groceries in her shopping cart, and at other times it was empty.
I was so wrong.
Her cart was never empty, and I realize that now.
She pushed that cart remembering my brother who had passed away.
She pushed that cart for the love she had for her four children.
She pushed that cart through the bad times to get to the good times.
Her cart was never empty, but full of love.
She was my mother.
Rest in Peace
Remembering Rose Tierney,
Brooklyn, New York.
Many thanks, Lily, for sharing your beautiful memories of your mother with us today.
Your words brought tears to my eyes thinking of my own Irish mother and grandmothers. They too perfected the art of quiet, selfless love.
I'm quite certain your piece will bring back lovely memories for many readers. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Slán agus beannacht,
(Goodbye and blessings)
Irish American Mom
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