I kid my Dear Old Mum that she IS Nan, the Catherine Tait character who is as sweet as pie one minute and then lays into that person the next.
I came up with the nickname ‘Squeezy’ Teasy (short for Teresa) for her after one incident.
She had let one young family through in the ice cream queue in the local park.
Only to then turn on them a second later. I knew it was coming when she raised her hand to give me a squeeze on the shoulder.
And on this occasion she was regaling that woman from the poorer side of the park and their accent… ‘Brendan, stay away from the wahhhhter!’
We’ve had our moments, me and Mum and on this Mother’s Day when I’m not allowed in to see her at her Nursing Home…
Here are some of our adventures…
Home for the holidays
Ireland: My mother’s homestead and more adventures than clumps of peat in her beloved Donegal www.govisitdonegal.com
Of course she always gets bold when she’s back among her own people.
Like the time we were staying in our go-to hotel Jackson’s In Ballybofey.
And my Mum turned to my cousin and said: ‘I have four brothers and three sons and James (my Sunday name) is the most selfish of the lot.
All within earshot of me… me who had brought her all the way up from my home in Co. Wicklow www.visitwicklow.com.
Star in stripes
America: The Oo Es of Eh was always the Promised Land for my Mum.
Whose aforementioned four brothers had emigrated there in the late Fifties.
She only abandoned me when I was just 13 for three weeks so she could go out to see them.
Never mind that she cooked three weeks of meals for us… the cleaning woman who came in to look after us while Dad was at work made off with half of them.
Where she insisted on paying for every meal (a very Irish trait) and treating me like a wee boy) – see above.
We had promised to get down to see Fave Cousin in Washington, and I did… Easy DC. Mum had been there before and the National Guard remembered her!!!
Spain: One year it was Ireland the next it was Spain, that was how it was with summer holidays as a kid.
My Mum is more than likely Black Irish, a descendant of Spanish Armada sailors who were washed up and intermingled with the locals.
And she liked little better than tanning herself on a Spanish beach.
When she wasn’t trying to stop my elder brother teaching me to swim by throwing me in the deep end.
And, of course, it has left me with a lifelong love of Spain… visit https://www.spain.info/en_GB/.
Scotland the motherland
Scotland: And she has been repeating her desire to come home to Ireland, and that Scotland isn’t her place despite being 70 years away.
There’s been a lifetime of experiences from her rearing me in Scotland where I’ve now returned to to live.
But as I’ve relocated to Scotland’s Golf Coast then here’s one from when I took her to the Open at St Andrews.
And my Mum sent a randomer into the Portaloos because I was taking too much time.
I got my own back by giving her the slip at the Swilcan Burn when I rushed with the crowd to the apron of the 18th to see Tiger Woods sink the winning putt.
HAPPY MOTHER‘S DAY TO ALL OUR MUMS