Today, I am thankful for a bit of Irish.
There are only two kinds of people in the world: The Irish and those who wish they were. ~Irish saying
It's St. Patrick's Day. A seven-year old Japanese American girl wears something green to school. She knows the strict rules: no green and she gets pinched; wear orange and she has to kiss a boy; her "green" has to be visible to others - i.e., green underwear doesn't count.
She smiles shyly when someone asks her if she's Irish. What a silly question!
"No, of course I'm not Irish!" she remarks.
Everyone gets the joke. Everyone laughs.
She is obviously not Irish by birth. She is, however, about as Irish as a Japanese American child can be in post-World War II America.
She's a smart girl who can readily locate Ireland on the atlas and quickly find St. Patrick in the encyclopedia. She has read stories about leprechauns, eaten corned beef and cabbage and searched for four-leaf clovers in her grandmother's lawn. Once, while accompanying her father to the nursery, she saw a real shamrock plant. And, every year, on St. Patrick's Day, she wears green.
For this blessing, I am grateful.