A few months ago I made a promise to a little boy. And since that day, I’ve broken that promise many times. Not because I planned to. It just happened. A phone call here, a phone call there that I just had to take. I still believe that texting while driving is extremely dangerous. So, there is a little saving grace in this because I do not text while I’m driving… Anymore. Making the decision not to talk on the phone while I’m driving was probably not the wisest one, or the most realistic one. I mean, most of the time I’ve done it in the last few months has been out of necessity. Most of my girlfriends know I’m not a talker so for me to just pick up the phone and gab, well, that’s just not going to happen. But when the hubby calls, or my mother or my neighbor telling me she’ll get the kids from school for me, I pick up. If I see my boss’s name light up the screen, I answer. If any of my BS girls gives me a ring, I usually pick up. I’ve tried to explain this to Noah but he doesn’t seem interested in my excuses. Even though they sound legitimate to me. While I haven’t talked on the phone while I’m driving very much, just the fact that I have has made my 10-year old say, “You promised that you wouldn’t talk on the phone while you are driving and you’ve broken that promise.” Hearing that from him has not been easy. In fact, it’s been a bit heartbreaking. When I write, my goal is to encourage…to motivate…to challenge…to lift up. And if I heard this story from one of you, I would encourage you to not be so hard on yourself when you make a mistake. I would motivate you to admit your wrongdoing. I would challenge you to figure out a compromise with your child. Then, I would lift you up and let you know that no parent is perfect. So, I’m taking my own advice. Ever broken a promise to one of your children? Hard, huh?