Have you ever had a fight like this with your mother?

I miss my little Irish mum. I am old man now of 64 and mum made it to 96. And she was still fighting right up to the end. A Cork woman, with a build like Popeye. Oh she was small but hard as nails. The problem was her brothers the Creans from Kinsale taught her boxing. They were all sailors and fishermen, and they also taught her to swear like one of them. I saw her once hop about a 2 meter fence and take down a Clonmel neighbour twice her size who told her to "Feck off!" "Yer wot!" she said and that was it. Off she went like a little whirlwind. That neighbour she put on the floor with one punch and sat on top of her bashing the face in. She used to give us a good belt about the head. My dad used to run. Kind of funny seeing an English Protestant man running from a little Irish Catholic woman. Dad certainly could run fast :) But she and dad loved us all. And they loved one another deeply for over 65 years. She was the last of her family to go. One thing I can say is that the Irish have life by its tail and they will hang on to it.

“GO ON, DADDY!! DRIVE HER LIKE YOU STOLE HER!!” Omg the best line EVER!!!!!!!!! 😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂

Politically not correct but as real life happens, it’s absolutely spot on.

My (Ulster) Mum wasn't like this. But the school bag routine was absolutely real! Sometimes I'd leave it in the 'wrong' place and 30 seconds later it was flung out on the drive with accompanying instructions.

Oh my god I had this mother 😂🤣😂. I was 1 of 4 children and I remember we talked about how much better it would be if we could all go live at Bernardo’s. (Childrens home). I now know of course that my mother was a slave to her hormones, loving and suffocatingly affectionate one day and the devil incarnate the next ( sometimes the same day).The problem was you never knew what you were getting when you walked through the door.

If this is an example of an Irish childhood, I think my parents stole your guide book.

I have been living in Ireland for about five years now. This explains a lot about the people.

And I thought I was the only one who had an irrational phyco for a Mother... the only difference is I had the Scottish version lol xxx

KZread finally recommended something good 😆 as an American i never get to hear Irish or Scottish accents and i love them. ❤

Did anyone else get the "No Father! Stop it! Get off me!!" over and over? A friend told me she ran into her parents room with a broom and told her Dad to leave Mum alone.

My friend from Co Tipperary, the youngest of a shitload of kids, he was the youngest & expected to look after Mammy. He got his HGV licence & took a job that kept him away in Europe for 5 days a week, just as soon as he was old enough. He told me he didn’t blame her, his Da had run away to England with Mammy’s sister, leaving her with all these kids! My friend would say they were like a small flock of sheep, following her round, calling, “Ma, Ma!” All at once. I loved my visits to his home town though, everyone I was introduced to said, “Welcome home to Roscrea.” They we’re so generous & kind. I went to a wedding there & there were 7 bridesmaids & 7 groomsmen! A massive sit down dinner for 300, several rooms booked for those who got too pissed to get on the coach home! It was like money was no problem at all. My friend told me that an Irishman started a bank account for his daughter’s wedding the day she was born. I believe it too! It was spectacular!

My ma used to shout, “I’ll fuckin’ crucify ye”, which other people presumed was a figure of speech, not knowing that she had actually already crucified me for real. Not the full “nails hammered through the wrists” version, just the “tied hanging from the staircase by my arms” version. She properly tried to kill me on 3 different occasions.

The spring symphony!!! I’m dying!!! 🤣🤣🤣

The spring symphony 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Drive 'er like you stole 'er!!

So delighted your uploading your material Tommy. Get it all up!

This really makes me look at myself and my reactions from a different perspective. I love it

Well done you fought your way out of the madness and the loveless childhood.

The ould spring symphony