Green milk and a pot o’ gold.

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I posted the story below last March. All that’s changed this St. Patrick’s Day is that my sons are a year older, and I guess that means I am, too. It’s a little late in the day for the morning tradition I describe, but never too late to enjoy a good story. I got a chuckle reading it again. Hope you will too.

Many blessings and the luck o’ the Irish to you today, no matter your heritage.

When I was little, my mom gave us kids green milk.  Not all the time, of course, just on St. Patrick’s Day.

My mom is of Irish and German ancestry and my dad’s got Italian blood.  My mom wanted her children–all six of us–to appreciate our Irish heritage.  So on St. Patrick’s day, she put green food coloring in the milk for our morning cereal.

I don’t know about my siblings, but I loved it.  It made the whole day special.  School was more fun and even math was tolerable.  The morning ritual put excitement in the air like a brewing snow storm gives hope for a snow day.

When I had my own children, I chose to carry on the tradition.

The night before St. Patrick’s Day, I would wait until my two boys were in bed.  Then I snuck into the kitchen and gathered my supplies:  green food coloring, disposable latex gloves, and a half gallon of milk in a cardboard carton.  Please note:  plastic milk cartons don’t work – you can see the green milk, which completely ruins the surprise.  And don’t skip the gloves.  Nothing screams “mom playing leprechaun” more than green stained fingers.

After I did the dirty deed, I went to bed smug with the satisfaction of being a fun mom.

In the morning of March 17, St.Patrick’s Day, I made sure to be down in the kitchen before my two sons.  When they were say, 4 and 9, as they sat down to eat and the milk splashed onto their Wheat Chex, the drama would unfold like this:

Sons: “Ewww. Green milk? Ha ha! Oh yeah, it’s St. Patrick’s Day.”

Me:  “Oh no! Green milk? Really? Lemme see. Wow, the leprechauns must have been here! Happy St. Patrick’s Day!”

Sons: “You’re the best mom ever!”

(Hey, it was a long time ago, I can remember it how I want, OK?)

When they were more like 12 and 17, as they poured the green milk over their Lucky Charms (so I got lax on my healthy cereal rules), it would go like this:

Sons, eyes rolling: [Cue sound of crickets chirping.]

Me: “Hey, is that green milk? Wow, the leprechauns must have been here! Happy St. Patrick’s Day, guys!”

Sons, eyes rolling:  [Cue sound of crunching.]

Maybe they didn’t care. Maybe they forgot all about it as they went to school. Maybe they told their friends about their wacky mom and the gross milk.

But maybe, deep inside, they drank in the love their mom put in that green milk. Maybe they got a taste of how simple and yet how important it is to make a day special.

If I accomplished only that, I’m a wee bit more magical than a leprechaun.

My sons are adults now – 25 and 30. They eat breakfast in their own kitchens, so I can’t sneak in to color their milk or monitor their cereal choice. They have no kids of their own, and none on the horizon (as far as I know). When they visit, they don’t roll their eyes, even when I may deserve it.

Through the lens of time and the miles between us, I see that the green milk has sprouted some pretty beautiful growth. Just like it did in me so many years ago.

Some people are always chasing after the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow, but the best in life is not that elusive. It’s within us, waiting to be discovered and celebrated.

Just like green milk on St. Patrick’s Day.

 

[A footnote: I had been providing a link to my original posts on www.thewellnestedlife.com (the blog that I am slowly abandoning), when I update them here. I realized that makes no sense. As long as I keep my stories, there’s no need to have them in two places. Going forward, when I update a blog post here, I’ll delete the original.

Gulp–it’s like losing a little piece of me.]

8 thoughts on “Green milk and a pot o’ gold.”

  1. Karen, I remember this from last year. I read it shortly after I started following you on Medium and Well Nested Life. With a year of knowing you better, I now react with, “Yup, that’s Karen being Karen!” rather than “Well… interesting.” Perspective is everything. 🙂

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  2. Love this Karen ! Brings back so many memories from my childhood . My mom did the same for all her 11 kids and each have enjoyed passing along traditions to our own kids !

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  3. Wish I could remember things in my kids childhood like you do Karen. When Matt and Stephen read your stories it must bring a little smirky smile to their faces! But also bring back the memories of how wonderful childhood must have been with such loving caring parents to raise them. This is priceless in their lives to have these written words.

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    1. Aw, that’s so sweet, Janis. Well, if you need memories, just open one of the dozens of photo albums and scrapbooks you’ve made for your kids! I have to keep my memories in my brain, as I’m so bad about pictures. And, what makes you think my sons read my stories???? LOL.

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