I have a confession to make and it wasn’t easy for me to admit this. I am a backseat driver.
Are you shocked by my revelation? Sorry if I disappointed you but it is what it is.
Yip, I’m that annoying passenger.
And, let me just say, I guess I’ve earned this stereotypical name “backseat driver”. Although I find myself mostly in the front passengers seat and not at the back; my reaction and behaviour is the same.
Its 18h00 pm on a Thursday evening and the house is exceptionally quiet. Usually around this time the girls shower together and they sing at the top of their voices, chatter and laughter from across their rooms, teasing each other or would have the odd quarrel about silly things.
None of that is happening tonight. And it didn’t happen last night too. This is what my house has been like for the past 2 days.
Understanding the effects of broken promises can hopefully make you mindful of making and breaking promises.
“You are just like ma, you make promises you can’t keep!”
An emotional outburst by my daughters directed at their dad. Their disappointment was apparent.
It all happened when their grandmother promised to buy them an ice cream after school. Something came up and they had to take a detour from the ice cream shop. Postponed to the next day and still no ice cream. Her excuse was that she either forgot or didn’t have enough money to buy the ice cream. Of course they saw this as just another empty promise.
Now there are many stories about the origin of how Valentine’s Day came about. Whether these stories are true, I would not know as it was not verified. The most popular of it all, describes Valentine as a Roman priest during the Third Century. Emperor Claudius III prohibited all single young men from marriage as they would make better soldiers. Valentine went against Claudius’ orders and continued to perform marriage ceremonies for young lovers in secret. On discovery, Claudius sentenced Valentine to death on 14 February.
Without verification it is believed that St Valentine was the patron saint of love.
Today, my sweet little sunshine you are 8 years old. I know that I say this every year – but I still can’t believe how quick time goes by and that you are growing up so fast.
You’ve eagerly anticipated the arrival of your birthday. I know it was a long wait as your birthday falls in the last month of the year.
On this day, we celebrate you and your life thus far. I am dedicating this special birthday post to you. At this age, this birthday message will most probably bear no significance to you. As your main focus is blowing your candles and celebrating with family and friends. But as the excitement fades, I hope that you will sit and read this post.