Ronan gave a small nod, but sighed. "Lass it's not that I don' trust ye to be able to take care of yeself, I just...well me just don' ever want ye to be in ah bad situation or to be conned, and whether ye or me like it or not those kinds of important things will always be things me worries about when it comes to ye. It's, it's instinctual." She tried to explain. "Me always goin to think ye don' have enough layers on when it's cold out. Me always goin to think ye not eatin enough and that ye far too skinny. Me always goin worry for ye safety when ye step outside our door. Because I loves ye lass, I care bout ye. One day, when ye have wee bits of ye own, and me hopes ye do, but not too soon, wait, ah real long time aye lass, make somethin of yeself first, which I know ye will, but one day, when that day comes, ye goin to look at me and say, 'Oy Ma I get it.' " She went to brush her daughter's hair back out of her face, "Because no matter how old ye get, how tall ye get, how successful ye are. A mam can never get the image out of her head of the day she first held her wee bit and promised that she would do whatever it took to ensure that wee bit thrives."
She kissed the top of her head, "But...Me will try not to remind ye so much hmm? Though tellin ye right now it's hard. But me try. " She said with a firm nod, her promise in her own way. "Me will try to trust that me taught ye well enough, but sometimes me thinks, well a lot of times me thinks me may have missed somethin." She paused realizing for once she was babbling, and wondering if her daughter caught any of what she said.