Home is…
October 8, 2009

keyDenny (yes the bacon makers) have got me thinking. They’ve come up with a new campaign called ‘Home is’. You think up what home means to you and tell them by uploading a video, a picture or sending them a text.

I’ve been thinking what it is that makes Home feel different to every other house. Obviously it’s the people inside and the expectation of what will happen once you get in the front door,  but more immediate than that I think home is turning the key. I never feel excited when turning any other key, but your own front door is like a ticket to your own personal Narnia. Just one turn and you get to escape from the cruel world and into the safe haven. It’s the feeling of those small pieces of metal touching and working together to come up with the perfect combination to allow you enter your own wee space.

I often think of Mum when I’m turning the key, as she would always call out on opening the front door, bidding hello to whoever was in the house to greet her/or not greet her as often the case would be with us telly-friendly teenagers!

When Mum moved into her own house in Galway she told me once she would never tire of opening the door to her own house. I know the feeling.  Home for me is turning the key.

Warrior Mum
April 28, 2009

klimtOne of the things that most impressed me about my Mum was her strength of character. Mum faced a lot of adversity in her life but always maintained a strong family unit for my siblings and I. It was after my Mum finally separated from my Dad that her true character was allowed to shine. Mum found her independent spirit and established a life in Galway.

Growing up I often got frustrated with Mum wondering why she wasn’t facing up to her situation and sorting it out immediately. It was only as an adult that I began to understand that it takes time to come to terms with major change, even if you are going to be the one to instigate it.

My Mum was a warrior Mum.

Obamarama
January 3, 2009

obama-hopeIt’s a new year, new chances, new opportunities, I’m really looking forward to getting stuck into 2009. In 17 days Obama will be inaugurated as the President of the US. I just know my Mum would’ve been Obama obsessive! Mum really had an ideological approach to politics and I think that spirit was caught with the Obama campaign.

I remember on polling days my Mum bringing me down to the local ballot station to cast her vote, I recall being really embarrassed as even at small local elections she’d ask all the political representatives what three changes they were going to make. This wouldn’t be the candidates or anything, it’d be their sons and daughters, friends of theirs who would be wheeled in year on year to hand out fliers and do the duty. Mum used to listen to their fumbling answers with interest and then vote in the Labour guy anyway!

Mum brought a political awareness into our lives in a very real and tangible way. She worked a lot with St.Vincent dePaul and would always have time for politicians who invested time in a real way with the people she worked with. David Andrews was always high on her list of exemplary politicians.

As a kid I remember lots of mornings coming into the kitchen and trying to explain my dreams from the night before, but Mum would just burst into “I had a dream last night” and we’d both laugh at her Martin Luther King impression.

2009 is going to be a year of change all round, I for one, am really looking forward to it!

Some Good Advice
November 24, 2008

goyas

If you don’t know Goya’s in Galway, you really should. It’s one of the best places for a devlilishly good coffee and cake. It’s also a place I liked to frequent with Mum. Mum really got the most out of treats, always suggesting a sugar fix, whenever we could get the chance!

I was just home from a year travelling round Australia and we were in having a coffee and cake. Mum was asking about my Ozzie fella, whom I’d left to come home and she was asking if I missed him. I couldn’t answer her and my eyes just filled up with tears. Mum just simply said ‘I know, dear’ and I knew she did.

I guess sometimes the best advice is no advice at all.

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