The Innocence of Youth

Almost 3 years ago Brynn was the ring bearer in one of my best friends weddings. This lovely lady was marrying an Irish man. My parents were both born in Norther Ireland, Dad's family of Scotch-Irish descent, so we thought it would be cute for Brynn to wear a Davidson tartan kilt (my family name is Davidson.) So, my mum and dad ordered him up the whole outfit from a tailor in Hong Kong. Yes, there is a little irony in the fact that a Chinese tailor made Brynn's Scotch-Irish kilt!

Dad and Brynn wore their kilts to the wedding, and I think other than the beauty of the bride herself, Brynn stole the day:


Today is St. Patrick's Day and I was planning to send Brynn to school in his Irish rugby shirt and jeans. However during a conversation with his teacher, it was suggested that my Dad go into the classroom dressed in his kilt and talk to the kiddos.

"I can wear my kilt too," said Brynn.

I will admit that right away I was a little worried about what the other kids would say. Would they tease him? Would he feel embarrassed? But he really wanted to do it.


I walked him into his classroom this morning and the teachers loved it. But he was nervous; he ran into the bathroom to put jeans on under the kilt. Then we headed for the playground and sure enough, the first girl that saw him said "He's wearing a skirt." Brynn didn't hear her, and it was time for me to leave.

I did so with a bit of a heavy heart. My little baby was growing up, and his innocence was being tested. My prayer is that none of the bigger kids tease him today, that they are respectful enough to be interested, not rude.

Can you see my mother's heart of worry here?