Now that my trip to Paris with a student group is over, I’m spending the second half of my spring break with my parents in Canada. It’s a promise that I made at Christmas time, when I was last there, but it’s a promise I am happy to keep despite the long drive. In French they say Chose promise, chose due (shows prom-eez, shows dew), which literally means “Thing promised, thing owed.” In English, we might say a promise is a promise.
I’ve done the ten hour drive to their home so many times now that it seems rather routine. Every once in a while I have to mess up to add some excitement. Once, I was almost at the border when I realized that I didn’t have my green card, resulting in a long “detour” to go get it. A few months ago, I was several hours en route when I realized that I had forgotten my suitcase and had only the clothes I was wearing. Trust me, I do better when looking after other people’s children than myself!
A Promise is a Promise, Robert Munsch