I have a loud Irish family. There are six of us (originals); Tom, Kathy, Bryan, Kelly, Courtney and Danny.
We’re a lot to take in. Most can’t get a word in.
We’re loud, opinionated, and sternly loyal to each other, while also being incredibly critical and hard on each other.
We add a lot of fluff to our stories, but it makes them worth a listen.
We solve things with cocktails, carbohydrates and Google. We survive on a good sense of humor and inside jokes. We pray a lot for each other and those around us. We’re oversensitive…well a few of us.
We fight-and I mean, we get in each other’s faces. We stick our noses in each other’s business. If you’re doing something stupid, if you’re acting like a jerk, if you’re screwing something up, the family will let you know over and over again until you stop it or fix it.
We yell. We cry, and at times explode.
On the other hand, if one of us is in pain, we’ll circle the wagons.
You don’t get to judge or insult us-that’s our job. And if you hurt someone in the family, we have a hard time forgiving. We will, but we won’t forget. We never forget.
We tell it like it is, probably a little too much.
We all do different things for a living, but try fiercely to make a life before a living.
We all moved away and then came back to where we grew up. We’re in a three mile circle of each other. Some think it’s crazy. Some like to judge. We like it, and that’s what matters.
Within moments, one of us can come. Within moments, we’re there for each other-no matter what. We check in. Drop by. Open the fridge and eat condiments. We text and talk and show up for each other.
We laugh at ourselves- hard. We tell the same stories over and over again, and they slay us every time.
We’re very far from perfect; like miles. We’re dysfunctional in so many ways.
We have our own pain and problems, but there is so much love.
There is so much love.
Above all things, there is a love so fierce it can’t be explained. It can only be expressed by holding on to each other for as long as we can, with all our faults and all our imperfections forgiven along the way.
I have a loud Irish family and I’m lucky.