There is something liberating in finally owning our history after so much struggle
When James Connolly and Pádraig Pearse watched the Tricolour being hoisted over the GPO on Easter Monday, 1916, they shook hands and Connolly apparently said: "Thank God, Pearse, we have lived to see this day."
One hundred years on, many watching the commemoration at the same spot on Sunday would have experienced similar emotions.
There is always a danger of reading too much into events, of exaggerating their importance. But there was a real sense over the weekend of a nation and a state that had come of age; one that was entirely comfortable in its own skin.