today is the first year i have had to celebrate st paddy’s without my uber-irish maiden name, Mulligan. I got married and took Havercroft, which is Scottish/British. Same Same, But Different. I miss my last name, which was also my nickname among many close friends. Don’t get me wrong, I love sharing a name with my husband and starting my own family, but Mulligan somehow defined a huge part of who I am. In Gaelic, it means Bald. Not so fitting, as I have one many would define as a ‘fro. However we all know that in English, Mulligan means “a do-over.” Fitting for myself, and my entire family. A big bunch of do-over’s. Second chances. Please Try Again. That’s us! That’s me.
In honour of my irish maiden name, and st paddy’s day, I present to you two things:
a link to an article I wrote called “Growing Up Mulligan” about, well, what it sounds like.
and a photo of mine of the youngest Mulligan in our clan: my niece, Taleigha!