May you have warm words on a cold evening, a full moon on a dark night and a smooth road all the way to your door. (Irish Blessing)
An Irish Blessing…that’s how I think of my sister. When I was 5, I wanted a sister more than anything in the world. I’d been begging my mom and dad to bring a baby girl into our lives for years. That was easier said than done since my parents could not have biological children. They’d adopted me and we were a happy little family of three but I really wanted to be a family of four.
One day my parents told me the news I’d been waiting to hear for so long. I was going to have a sibling! They explained that they couldn’t pick if it would be a boy or girl, it was going to be a surprise when the baby was born. In my confident 5 year old way, I said that if it was a boy, I’d still love him but I just KNEW it was going to be a girl. Since I was so sure, I set about thinking of a name for her. I thought of a good first name for her and then I picked Aileen for her middle name. Aileen was the name of a good friend of mine and it was a name I thought would be fitting for my new baby sister since her ancestry was both Irish and African.
Now that we’re all grown up with children of our own, I always think of her on St. Patrick’s Day and smile!
Incidentally, I saw a leprechaun today at the grocery store…I swear! I even got a photo of him so you’d know I was telling the truth.