After a long and particularly harsh winter, the buds of spring hold untold promise. An unspoken assurance of new beginnings eagerly awaited. We expectantly anticipate the moment those buds turn to bloom, filling the air with their pleasurably fresh scent.
How often we look to the sky and the clouds overhead, a promise of rain, the colour of the clouds an unwritten warning to “batten down the hatches” or whether a minor storm is blowing through, “a storm in a teacup”.
When we’re little we live by the “pinky promise”. They are the first promises of little people. “Promise, friends forever!” “Promise, I’ll meet you there!” “I promise I won’t be late!”
Have you ever met someone whose motto was “I’ll believe it when I see it!”? You couldn’t help but wonder how did they become such a negative nelly? Perhaps it’s because the promises made by the important people in their lives were never kept and they didn’t expect anyone who made a promise to fulfill it.
“Empty promises”, those you can’t hope to fulfill degrade your truth. I’ve heard parents promise “Your grounded for a month!” Impossible, unlikely and empty. Will the child believe your promise the next time?
Your word is your bond! No, not James Bond, silly! There’s no greater feeling or reward when you know beyond the shadow of a doubt that someone dear to you can be relied on, believed, trusted implicitly because they keep their promises.