I’m not sure why but I detest being called ‘Mammy’. ?’Mama?’ is the Irish for Mummy or Mother so I guess that is where the word Mammy came from but when I knew I was pregnant with Will, I decided that I’d be called anything but Mammy even though it seems to be the norm here in Ireland. I called my own mother ‘Mammy’ until I started secondary school and then it became ‘Mum’.
I have been asked occasionally what is the difference for wives of farmers now and my parents’ generation so I thought it might make an interesting blog post. We inherited my parents farm so it is quite easy to make comparisons given that the type of farming hasn’t changed all that much.
In my parents’ day:
I have been a parent for ten years. Ten whole years – where did ?they disappear to in that blink of an eye? We had ten years of marriage before we had our first child and achieved loads and the ten years seemed to last, you know, for ten years of time but the ten years of parenting – it just passed like you clicked your fingers. Well, perhaps I tell a lie – that week of toilet training did [...]
For someone who loves blogging, I’m very aware that I’ve been so busy lately that I haven’t been around here much! I’ve had this post in my head for some time that I must write down what I do all day (in an attempt too to eliminate any procrastination sneaking in there) so thought I’d share it with you.
7:30 – I [...]
I love reading books and while my children don’t tend to curl up with books like I used to for hours on end (although Will loved reading The Secret Seven series by Enid Blyton over the winter), they do enjoy being read to. ?When Will was younger, he had his 3 favourite books that had to be read every night – it got to the stage we knew them by heart. ?Sometimes one would ask for a story and as [...]
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