A little victory
Pól Ó Muirí
It is the little language victories that mean so much. As a parent trying to raise children with a wee bit of Irish, it can be difficult. Apart from what I speak to them and what they get from television, there is no Irish where I live. I never thought that simply speaking Irish could be such, well, hard work. Still, it is not without its heart-lifting moments. Yesterday, while footering about in the kitchen, I sneezed and my youngest child, not quite five, said, without prompting or help and entirely of her own volition: “Dia leat.” I could have wept with joy!