Three Years

danishamericanirishIt’s not exactly a tale like Brad Pitt’s ‘Seven Years in Tibet”, but I can’t believe it has been three years since we arrived to the US and were greeted by the gorgeous Lady of Liberty.  Greeted by 36 degrees celsius (95+ F) as we disembarked the plane.  Not too sure why we had to get off the plane a mile from the terminal, but I suppose Aer Lingus was either late on arrival or hadn’t paid its fees.  I’m sure it was just due to the delay, and we had enjoyed our first flight ever on business class.  It makes travelling so much more comfortable 🙂

The first 18 months had many ups and a few downs.  I suppose that’s what to be expected when you rip up your life as you know it and move lock stock and barrels to another country.  You don’t realise how comfortable you were until you start over.  And, the US has so much to offer, but sweet lord, it has so many interesting challenges for a new family.

It’s amazing how quickly our kids settled into their new life, gained new friends and improved confidence in the speed of light.

My oldest girl amazed us by quickly adopting the American life style and accent.  She no longer has her Irish twang, other than when she says bollocks, Dublin, Tayto, deadly and a few other expressions.  But, as soon as we meet up with our new friends (from Ireland) in the US, she reverts back to her cute Irish words.

My son has jumped leaps since arriving here.  Born with Down Syndrome was not ideal in Ireland.  Although the Irish health system tried to do as much as possible, resources are fairly limited, and what he received in services in a year in Ireland, he receives in a few days in the US.  For that alone the move was well worth it.

My youngest adventurer is American.  She was born in Ireland, but learned how to talk and walk here, so for her Ireland is just a distant memory.  I doubt she would even recognise the homeland if we went home to visit.

We love it here!

The home of the free, the brave and other amazing folks have truly made our life better and helped us along this journey.  We have met so many wonderful people in this country, and they have mostly been welcoming us with open arms.

We have our green cards, which are actually green, and look forward to when we can apply for citizenship.  This is absolutely our home and country.  We are prod being residents in this wonderful land of opportunities.

I still haven’t adopted NFL, MBL and MSL – I still support my might Chelsea and love the fact that I can see most games … KTBFFH (keep the blue flag flying high).

Thank you America, for taking us in and making our move feel easy – we love you!

It’s a Green World

It’s safe to say, there are many traditions and festivities worldwide, but there’s nothing that’s being celebrated as widely as honouring the old St Patrick’s.  I would go as far as saying that it’s a global day that most religions and countries seem to agree on.

The tales about St Patrick varies from captivity, getting rid of all snakes in Ireland (he left some rotten scoundrels behind in the Government) and inner voices.  But, one thing is certain, he was a British priest that was a missionary in Ireland, trying to convert the Irish celtics to become Christians.  A quick look back, and it’s pretty clear that his mission was successful as the majority of the Irish population are Christians (protestants and catholics alike).

Given his great influence on Irish myth and history, it’s no surprise that he was made a saint and is honoured annually.  The “Apostle of Ireland” was born 17 March, hence the Irish are celebrating his birthday every year with the colour green and shamrocks – the latter was used as a symbol of the Holy Trinity … the Irish way.

In later years, St Patrick’s birthday grew to large parades, week long parties and most large cities + landmarks turn green on this great occasion.

Considering that there’s about 4.5 million Irish people, it’s absolutely amazing how many Irish people come out f the woodwork on this day of days.  Anybody with a grain or Irish roots dress up in green and the rest of the World’s population become Irish that day too.  Going by the large amount of shamrocks and green profile pictures popping up on Facebook, the global Irish population must be around 0.5 billion.

We are extremely proud of being half Irish and we happily participate in celebrating the old man Paddy with full Irish breakfast, soda bread, Shepherds Pie, Bailey and of course the Black stuff.

On the day, we travel to Pearl River to be with all our friends, watching 2 hours of parade consisting of marching bands, military bands, Irish dancing troops, veterans, old cars and each county from the mothership represented with banners and cheers.

Back in Ireland, the parade consists more of large theme-based floats, a few marching bands and then more floats.  This year is also named ‘The Gathering‘ in Ireland, as the Irish tourist board attempts to increase tourism and appealing to all Irish rooted people to come “home” to celebrate.

I’m certain that there will be consumed very large quantities of Guinness throughout the World and I’ll contribute to myth that Irish people like to drink the Black stuff.  No better way to support the Irish economy.

How are you celebrating ye auld man Paddy?

Are you joining the Gathering?

Have a wonderful St Patrick’s Day where-ever you are 🙂

Little Big Man

You might have read some months ago that our little man was rejected a place in the local school in Ireland.  There was a lot of debate in the media surrounding my son’s refusal, which thankfully brought long needed attention to this subject.

Things have changed in the past 3 months and we have now moved to the US to start a new exciting chapter in our lives and also to help our son get an education.  See, here in the US the school system is actually provides much needed support for kids with disabilities, support that will help the kids develop and prosper.

The attached video is basically our son’s first day of school in the US – he LOVED it 🙂