Our children were given names in which we love and ones that mean very much to us. Being that today is a special holiday within our home (you know...being Irish and all) we ventured to explain the significance of our girls names.
Ireland....was completely lost and confused by the conversation.
"Ireland, you were named after the country Ireland. A place in which we love not only because it's part of our heritage but because of it's beauty and outlook on life."
"Mom, is it far far far far away?" Ireland questioned.
"Yes, you would have to ride an airplane for a long time over lots of water." explained Mom
"I want to meet her." Ireland said excited
"Honey, it isn't a person...it's a place." explained Mom.
"But mom, I want to meet my sister." huffed Ireland.
"It isn't your sister it's a place like North Carolina or West Virginia." attempted Mom.
"I want to go and meet her." shouted Ireland.
"Babe, it's not a girl." Dad said with laughter.
"So it's a boy?" Ireland said with disbelief.
"No, it's a place...like North Carolina or West Virginia." Mom offered.
"It's not fair...I want to meet my sister." Ireland exclaimed through desperation.
Maybe this year just isn't the year she understands the importance of her name.
Erin however, accepts the explanation. "Sweetie, your name is Gaelic for Ireland. You were named after the same country. So you and your sister kind of have the same name."
Maybe she just doesn't care as much or maybe this all stems from the fact that Erin's godmother is also named Erin, and Ireland....well is feeling left out.
Ireland, mommy and daddy want to take you to meet her so very much. One day sweetie...one day we will take you to visit your most beautiful namesake.
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That's too funny.
Ashley
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