
Before Ralphie started school,
we didn’t know to create traps
of green and gold,
hot glue and coins.
We didn’t know there was a
little mischievous leprechaun
that would find his way into our home
to spread gold confetti everywhere
or that he would pee in our toilet
and not flush.
But now that Ralphie has started school,
I now understand that this is what happens
on St. Patrick’s Day.
…
It’s 9:30am.
Ralphie is at school and
I have a broom in my hand
cleaning up after traditions
I didn’t know existed.
Traditions that are totally worth it
based on his “mind-blown” shrill.
This made me laugh – When my kids were little we did a few leprechaun traps and I got so overwhelmed with trying to make it magical! Now they are older… and I kinda miss it!
Love the theme here of traditions you didn’t eve know existed… and how you have to clean up after them anyway!
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That’s what I keep telling myself! This will only happen for a few more years…I have to capitalize on his innocent, truly magical laughter while I can.
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Spreading magical cheer…seeing and hearing shrieks of joy and laughter, priceless… cleaning up afterwards, worth it.
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So true! His mind was completely blown…pure magic.
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I just read another blogger who said that whomever invited the leprechaun into the home had to clean up his mess. I thought that was smart.
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Things like this make childhood magical! The clean-up is oh-so-worth it!
Happy St. Patty’s Day!
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Also, check out this Slicer’s post: https://thelifeofamomteacherandwife.wordpress.com/2022/03/17/st-patricks-eve.
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The last stanza of your poem makes me beam with joy- the imagery is perfect and I so love thinking about all of this.
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Pure magic! Thanks for capturing the beauty of childhood–one that elevates a minor holiday to something extraordinary.
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