Can’t We All Just Wear Green? Make St. Patrick’s Day Simple Again.

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I heart green—kelly, emerald, olive—lovely, lovely green. And yet, somehow, every March 17 at o’dark thirty, I dig through drawers and dare to smell what’s in my dirty clothes basket in hopes that there’s something clean enough to get by with it for just one more day—for the sake of holiday cheer.

I can roll like that.

But now I have two pre-schoolers. And a first grader. And they’re girls. All of them.

Every. Single. Holiday. There is a whole level of forethought and (worse!) follow-through required. All of this is completely unnatural to me. Simply wearing green? No-no-no.  One’s child must wear something singularly related to St. Patrick’s Day. Choose one: shamrocks, pots o’gold, leprechauns, “Irish” (which just feels like a lie—mostly because it is one), “shenanigans,” “lucky.” That’s the stuff.

Feeling the pressure a few weeks ago, I found myself in the dangerous territory of nearly ordering three St. Patrick’s Day frocks for my girls. But I just couldn’t pull the trigger.  My girls are at the age where they can’t wear something two years in a row. Sometimes they outgrow things before they make it even two months in a row. To buy something that may get worn twice and before going out of season—and then not citing next St. Patrick’s Day? That goes against every $425-per-week-daycare-paying (really), clutter-phobic fiber of my being. Unless we’re talking Christmas. Not even going down that rabbit hole.

I might cave.

Let’s go ahead and put that out there. I have a vision of my little lassies showing up in “just green,” while their peers are sporting ruffly shamrock-printed ensembles. I see myself dodging superior glances from other moms and pitying looks from teachers who are thinking (and likely whispering), “You see how frazzled she is…I’m surprised she even remembered to put them in green…poor little girls.” It may do me in.

And you know clothing is just the tip of the iceberg. Because then there’s the rest of the holiday “shoulds.” Should I make this a teachable moment? Celebrate the rich diversity of our country by touching on the history of Irish immigration in the U.S.? Should I delve into the works of St. Patrick himself? Explore religion, slavery, how stories get bigger in the retelling? I should. But, shoot. That doesn’t feel fun. I have to make it fun! It’s a holiday, and it’s magical! Must… MAKE… CHILDREN’S… LIVES… MAGICAL!

I breathe and am reminded of the movie Office Space. “Some people choose to do the minimum.” Darn right they do.  Mama, you rock that minimum. Throw some green flair on your kids and smile. (And because it’s been too long, here you go.

These aren’t my girls. But I know they can rock the plain green. You can just tell.

But, some people choose to do more. 

For those of you in that category? I’m listing a few easy—but still feel like you’re stepping it up—ideas to help you through one more round of holiday pressure.

Craft With What You Have

No Time for Flashcards is an awesome resource. I love this rolling pin shamrock painting activity. Easy if you have everyday craft supplies but don’t plan your masterpieces in advance. 

St. Patrick’s Day Snacks/Drinks

Take what you usually eat and drink. Then add some green food coloring. Stir. I know. I just blew your mind.

Should you choose to do more? Here are ideas for every St. Patrick’s Day meal.  There’s a fruit rainbow with a chicken nugget pot of gold at the end. No lie.  

Have a Limerick Writing Contest

Award the winner with a wee bit o’gold.

Historical Perspective on St. Patrick’s Day

Do as little or as much as you want. Do it with love and a little panache! I’ll be over here spraying the Febreeze.

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Kristen Cherry
Kristen moved to Nashville from Illinois (not Chicago!) 10 years ago to pursue a career in music. She landed a steady gig as a high school counselor, which is pretty much the same thing as being a famous singer, except not. She lived in a modest rancher in South Nashville with her husband Matt, loyal mutt Dexter, and her daughter Sabrina, until they found out she was pregnant with identical twins and fled to the suburbs for a larger house. She and Matt now occupy space in Nolensville with their three daughters: Sabrina (7), Brooklyn (3) and Camryn (3), and Dexter is still loyal as ever. When she is not at work, taking care of the fam, or driving around in the minivan she swore she'd never own, Kristen loves doing just about anything that could be described as "me time" — from boxing to baking. Singing is still her passion, and since moving here she has rekindled her love for writing...so here goes. :-)

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  1. I sighed a silent sigh of relief on two points for St Patty’s day this year. . . . My oldest has to wear uniforms to school and (extra bonus) Davidson County is closed Friday!!!!!!!!! so, food coloring it will be! Bring on the green!

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