Today I made some children unhappy, not because I wanted to but because I was unable to keep a promise.

I don’t have excuses, in my mind I told them that we could play after dinner, but in the end it didn’t happen.
I gave them my excuses, but I know it won’t be enough, and that’s the beauty of kids.
They take your promises seriously.

Something that we, as grown up, forget.
We are so used to lying, to fake promises, to the social mask that allows us to promise the world while not having any downside, that it’s so beautiful to see a kid being angry because we didn’t kept our promises.

They value our words much more than us and this should light a bulb in our heads.