25/10/2026
❤️ There are two small words that Gaelic speaking mothers and grandmothers have murmured to babies for centuries, by the fireside, over a cradle, at the end of a letter: mo chridhe.
It means my heart. Mo is my, and cridhe is heart, said roughly like mo chree-uh, with the ch soft and breathy at the back of the throat, as in loch. When the word is used to call to someone directly, Gaelic changes it to a chridhe, something like dear heart, a way of speaking to a child, a sweetheart or an old friend with real tenderness.
Cridhe is a very old word. It comes down from the Old Irish cride and belongs to the same ancient family as the Latin cor and the Greek kardia, the roots that still give us words like cordial and cardiac. 📖 So when a crofter's wife on Skye said mo chridhe to her son, she was using a word whose ancestors were spoken thousands of years ago across half of Europe.
Gaelic is rich in words like this. A ghràidh means my love. M' eudail means my treasure. These were not grand words saved for poetry. They were everyday words, used in kitchens and fields and down on the shore, and they show us how a people spoke to those they loved.
Many families who lost their Gaelic still kept a scrap of it, often just one of these endearments, said without anyone quite remembering what it meant. A grandparent who called you mo chridhe was handing you something very old, whether they knew it or not. 🏴
Words of love are often the last words of a language to leave a family. Was there a Gaelic or Scots pet name in your family that was passed down even after the rest of the language had gone?