Mommy Diaries: Homestretch of pregnancy - embarrassing situations and joy of watching son grow

In new book Irish prostitute talks about her double life as middle class mother

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We are trying to figure out if it’s worthwhile to purchase a load of these items here before we leave.  The euro is coming down slightly making the dollar a little stronger so if that trend continues we’ll be happy.

John is busy organizing his cousin’s bachelor party in Ireland. He is best man for Colum’s godfather’s wedding in Co. Galway in July.

I’m already in touch with my girlfriends back home to organize a “reunion” night with everyone.  No doubt there will be a lot of visiting the first few weeks upon our arrival in May.

Time is truly going so fast. Now that it’s coming down to the crunch it has us sad and excited all in the same breath.

When we get on Skype to the cousins at home we get giddy at the idea of seeing them in person and watching Colum playing with their children.

Then we speak to our good friends here in an effort to arrange a dinner or meet up, and we get lonely thinking there won’t be many more of these between now and May.

Bittersweet for sure this move home will be.  I’m excited at the prospect of writing for the Irish Voice from Ireland and sharing our experiences (good or bad) with our readers.

And speaking of readers, I would love to run an article on how our children have a tendency to embarrass us. I would love to hear from Irish moms and dads out there who have laughed hard when their child has unexpectedly caught them off guard with an action, a question or simply a sentence.
We all have the stories so let’s share. Here is one for example.

Ben is three years old. After giving his mom Michelle a lengthy goodnight kiss he asks, “Are we married now Mom?”

After saying, “No love we're not married. I'm your mommy. We can't get married,” she was asked “But Mommy, if we get married couldn't we live together forever?”

My friend Michelle described the moment as one she will cherish forever.

Another story I fondly remember is that of a six-year-old little girl. I won’t mention her name.

Her mother walked her into her classroom in Ireland one winter’s morning. While the child was taking off her own coat, she asked her mom to remove hers too.

Not wanting to be late for work and encourage her little girl, Mom said, “No love I must go to work.”
After a lot of tears my friend finally agreed to remove her coat for only a moment and stay for the beginning of class.

When the teacher asked the kids had they any stories to share my friend’s daughter put up her hand and said, “My mommy and daddy make loads of noise at night in their bedroom and I need to go to sleep.”

Beyond mortified my friend just laughed it off, formed a questions like pose with her shoulders and eyebrows, grabbed her coat, mouthing to the teacher she had to go to work and ran out the door without even kissing her daughter goodbye.

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