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What To Do When Irish Traditions Appear

I stopped picking up our towels to fold when I hear my son say, “Mom, I want to take boxing lessons with Dad.”

Who are you and what have you done with my sweet, shy boy?  Not to mention, he’s always had this cherub-like face which I don’t want punched: thank you very much.  I was having this silent argument in my head, when Brian says,



“I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.”  He looks at me (almost straight in the face now) with those deep blue eyes and perfect blond eyelashes.  He pulls my heart straight out of my chest sometimes.

“I know.”

In my heart I know he has wanted to do this for a long time. He’s been trying on his dad’s boxing gloves since he was three.  He’s a good kid.  I’m lucky that way, and he really doesn’t ask for much.  He is turning 14.

Shit, 14.

I could write some negative things about his dad, with ex’s we always have a few, but over-all my ex is a very loving Father who is nicely growing up with his son.  My ex was once a boxer.  I think my son wants to go try on a piece of his dad for a while,  like girls enjoy trying on their mother’s shoes.

So you see, all this is my attempt to explain why my ex picked Brian up at 5:45 tonight to go to the boxing gym.  I managed to have Brian in new, long work-out shorts and matching sleeveless shirt.  With his hoodie pulled over his growing shoulders, he actually resembles a boxer.  Hopefully, this phase will pass soon and he’ll be back to playing baseball.  A girl can hope, can’t she?  I am behind his decision though, just because it is his decision.  We have to let our kids begin taking small control of their decisions, because before we know it, they are adults.  Besides, he’s getting decent grades, what do I say?

I can write that I am home alone tonight, in quiet with nothing but Frank Sinatra on in the background, a cup of tea and I’m even thinking of a fire.  I guess there’s something to be said for ex’s and boxing.  I am sure you can hear my relaxed sigh half way around the world.

Brian reminded me that he met with his high school counselor today.  “How did it go?”  (Thinking he will tell me of all the classes he’ll be taking, and his current grades because he has been doing well there – yes feel free to slap me upside the head – he is a man).  “I signed up for freshman football again Mom.”

Football… the same football you said you hated three years ago,when you quit last time?  Do you not remember who your Dad is?  The aging jock?  I thought I was doing a great Mom job of making you a nerd.   Who are you and what have you done with my sweet, innocent boy?

I can hear my Irish Grandmother dancing in her grave for her great grandson has taken up that fine Irish tradition of boxing, Catholic guilt and the sweet love of potatoes.

Until next time-



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About Catherine, the redhead mom blogger

Catherine’s hopes to make this blog a safe place for thyroid sufferers to come laugh and share the funnier side of thyroid disease while raising awareness around the world. She is a published author, known for her humorous speeches on finding your dream life and blogging for fun and profit. Catherine writes about her dream life at, 8 Women Dream and several online marketing publications. She would also like to be invited to speak at TED about her observations. Catherine posts on M/W/F. Join me on Google+ rapieress@aol.com

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5 Responses to What To Do When Irish Traditions Appear

  1. BobG March 13, 2009 at 11:19 am #

    Checked out your other site. Interesting idea; I’ll be interested in seeing how the eight of you do with it and yourselves.
    Don’t worry about Brian boxing; I did a bit of that myself when I was younger, before I ended up getting into the other martial arts. Young men/boys/adolescents have to test themselves in various physical sports to see which one is theirs; sometimes it takes a while. I ended up in martial arts, weight lifting, and hiking as the physical sports I enjoy doing. He may end up in something he hasn’t even looked into yet.

  2. Angie March 16, 2009 at 4:45 pm #

    What a great post. You are one smart momma, letting son have the contact with Dad so he doesn’t have the endless craving. I’ve got one teen who played baseball, football and baketball for 2 years. Now he’s “just” doing baseball an tennis. (Your bahonkus will eventually adjust to the bleachers.) :) The other teen son does band and bowling, so at least I have real chairs to watch those. Keep writing; you’ve got style and a great voice.

    Your 8 women site looks interesting too! Best of luck and prayers to y’all as you reach for your dreams! And thanks for visiting my blog and explaining the comment bubble. Doh!

  3. Catherine, the redhead mom blogger March 17, 2009 at 9:25 pm #

    Thank you both for your comments. I just wish someone would loan me a time stretcher then I could get more done during the day.

    Angie what a kind post. I appreciate the support while I am out here in the trenches. I love connecting with other bloggers like yourself. I’ll add you to my blog roll this week.


  4. delmer March 20, 2009 at 1:14 pm #

    This reminded me of a buddy in college who took up boxing. He had very good things to say about it — and then, one day, he told me he’d quit. When I asked why, he said he loved the training, the exercise, hitting the bag etc … but eventually they put you in a ring and people hit you in the face.

  5. Lisa Christiano Rose March 24, 2009 at 8:01 am #

    You paint such a picture when you write. I have a son in middle school and I already see the changes coming. I felt a bit of sadness reading this, relating to the process of letting go. I love how you write. The love you have for your son is ever present. He’s a lucky boy.

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