Tag Archives: Love

What You Bleedin’ Looking At??

We visited Loughshinny beach a couple of weeks ago, that’s in North County Dublin for all you who are unfamiliar. It’s a five minute drive from our house, and we’ve managed to get there twice in total this, er, ‘summer’. Eva was still getting over the chicken pox so we weren’t staying too long – it was more an effort to get us out of the house than anything.

The beach is so small that I knew we could get away with not bumping into too many people who might stare at us in that judgemental way they do, because it looks like there’s something wrong with your kid. Alan said he had it with Jacob in the playground when he just finished with the chicken pox too, and was still covered in spots – parents looking at Jacob, then back to Alan, then back to Jacob, then, you know, moving away...

It has occurred to me though, that most parents understand that when the spots are out, it means that the contagious part is generally over. (I know this is gross, but essentially, when they’ve crusted over, you’re in the clear). And so I wondered if perhaps the paranoia is our own? Maybe those parents are looking at us with sympathy, because they’ve been in our shoes, because they know what we’ve been through. Maybe they’ve moved away to go and write down the name of some excellent cream that will help with the scarring from those bastarding spots, and we just didn’t hang around long enough to get it. Right? YEAH RIGHT.

But there was a woman at the beach that day, the day I brought my heavily spotty post-pox child, and my mildly spotty post-pox child. And that women had a son with her who was severely disabled. And she was blowing bubbles into the air for him and he was delighted and made all of these very loud, very happy noises.

And I looked, and I smiled, and I walked away. And I want that woman to know: I wasn’t staring to be a judgmental other mother: I was staring because I thought that you were the best mother I had seen that day. You rock.


The Real (Beautiful) Face Of Gay Parents In Ireland

I lost a few Facebook friends yesterday… I asked that anyone who was voting No in the upcoming referendum remove themselves from being ‘friends’ with me, and some of them did. And it has really bothered me, in the sense that I wonder how the actual fuck my gay friends and family can LIVE here, where such ill-will towards them and their equal rights are concerned. I felt bet down, abused, teetering on the edge of giving up shouting about it, and fighting for it.

And then Sinead McCrone sent me this video today. She and I were pregnant at the same time and had the exact same due date. We regularly get the girls together for baby play dates and we adore seeing them together.

So I am back in the ring. Vote For Equality. Vote Yes on May 22nd x

I'm Voting Yes


What Do Kids Think About Love?

(This is an oldie but a goodie. Bobby’s answer is my favourite ;o) )

What Does Love Mean? See How 4-8 Year-Old Kids Describe Love

A group of professionals asked 4-8 year old children, “What does love mean?” Their answers were deeper than expected and amazing. Here are their answers:

“When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.” ~ Rebecca- age 8  

“When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.” ~ Billy – age 4  

“Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.” ~ Karl – age 5  

“Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.” ~ Chrissy – age 6

“Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.” ~ Terri – age 4  

“Love is when my mommy  makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to   make sure the taste is OK.” ~ Danny – age 7  

“Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss.” ~ Emily – age 8  

“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.” ~ Bobby – age 7

“If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate.” ~ Nikka – age 6  

“Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.” ~ Noelle – age 7  

“Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.” ~Tommy – age 6

“During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.” ~ Cindy – age 8 

“My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.” ~ Claire – age 6  

“Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.” ~ Elaine-age 5  

“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Brad Pitt.” ~ Chris – age 7  

“Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.” ~ Mary Ann – age 4  

“I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.” ~Lauren – age 4  

“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.” ~ Karen – age 7 

“You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.” ~Jessica – age 8 

And the final one — Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.

The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbour was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbour, the little boy said, “Nothing, I just helped him cry.”


What did you think of their amazing answers?