Irish wisdom ...the young

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Every branch blossoms according to the root from which it sprung.
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Youth likes to wander.
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Every mother thinks it’s for her own child the sun rises.
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A child desires what fills his eye.
When the apple is ripe it will fall.
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What the child sees, the child does.
What the child does, the child is.
The child that’s left to himself will put his mother to shame.
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You’ve got to do your own growing, no matter how tall your grandfather was.
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Twenty years a child; twenty years running wild;
Twenty years a mature man; and after that, praying.
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Don’t tell secrets to the children of your relatives.
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Your son is your son until he takes a wife,
But your daughter is your daughter all your life.
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