Your son is your son until he marries but your daughter is your daughter until you die. Is é do mhac do mhac go bpósann sé ach is í d'iníon go bhfaighidh tú bás.
May those who love us, love us. And those who hate us, may God turn their hearts. And if he doesn't turn their hearts, may he turn their ankles so we'll know them by their limping.
How many mourn the want of possessions; yet the strong, the brave, and the rich, all go to the grave at last; like the poor, and the emaciated, and the infant. ~ Celtic Proverb