Local mommyblogger Melanie at Lone Free discusses what really matters when it comes to St. Patrick’s Day and what it really means to be Irish.
One morning this week, idle and anxious and absent any freelance work, I attempted to figure out what percentage Irish my son might be. My father is pretty much 100% of Irish descent, so I call myself 50%. My husband is a trickier case. He bears the proud Italian surname of the stepdad who adopted him when he was a toddler, but his biological dad is an English/Irish mix, and on his mother’s side he’s British and German, plus an Irish great-grandmother lurking in there to add tartness. So, with the help of a statistical friend, I estimated Beau to be about 39.5% Irish.
But as my own cousin Missy says: “Percentage doesn’t matter. Irish is Irish.”