In 1985, we moved to Ireland from the Mojave Desert, California. This was a time when a flood of Irish young people were heading to America. For some Americans to move to Ireland was a big confusing; we were an anomaly.
As we settled in, we went to the local school where our children made friends. First, they needed to be outfitted in the school uniform.
This thrilled me. I loved school uniforms—no fights in the morning about style and matching colors.
Our three children and I went to Dunnes Store where the uniforms could be purchased inexpensively. Every mother in the community was holding up gray slacks and light blue shirts to their squirming children. My own squirming children submitted silently. Except…
In moments, my four year old Mary disappeared. I did not panic and chase around screaming her name. I just waited and listened.
Mary had a high-pitched voice that could carry above any noise. Soon I heard her. She was singing the latest Celine Dion song, “Power of Love”.
There she was, in front of a tri-fold mirror, belting out the lyrics, surrounded by amused Irish mothers, also shopping for school uniforms.
“…For I am your WOOOOMMMMAAAN….and you are my MAAA..AAAA..N. Whenever you REACH for me….I’ll do all that I CAAA..AAAN!...”
She was on-key, I’ll give her that.