My parents have failed to
a) bring her to the dentist she likes and
b) buy her a flute,
both of which they promised to do while she was there over the summer. I believe that one of the major differences between my parenting style and their parenting style is that I actively think about what message my actions send to the child. Their actions are sending a clear message here: "Grandma and Grandpa are unreliable; promises should be taken with a grain of salt."
Personally, if I promise the child something, I will do it. Because that's the message I want her to get. A promise is a promise. If I cannot be absolutely certain of my ability to carry something out, I'll tell her, "I'll do my best", not "I promise." So she knows that she can have absolute faith in Mommy's promises.
Because I want her to grow up to be the sort of person to keep her promises. That's why.
One of these days, I'm going to do a series of posts on Honor...
She stayed up late to blast through the last 100 pages, and called me as soon as she got home from camp the next day to "omigod omigod" at me and discuss the ending and what might happen in the next book; I presented her with the popular theories, and she's mulling them over.
I can't wait to get my taller, tanner girl back.