Great Expectations has been my regular series since the beginning of the year. I’ve asked many, many bloggers to share their experiences, their joy, their sadness, all wrapped up in the expectations that they’ve lived with, pushed aside, embraced. I don’t have words for what happened on Friday, neither written or spoken, so I’m glad that, in the last Great Expectations post of the year, Galit Breen shares her words instead.
Galit Breen writes at These Little Waves and Moonfrye. She’s one of those writers that leaves you a little breathless and in awe upon reading her stories and descriptions. She inspires me to try to be a better writer, pure and simple.
She has a gorgeous family, made up of her husband and three beautiful children.
Galit co-hosts the Memories Captured Link-up every month, and coordinates submissions for Pens and Paint, an anthology of childrens’ art work.
I’m honored to have Galit here today, sharing her expectations.
It’s quiet here today.
My mind tends to be a ridiculously noisy place where I think and overthink and then do more of the same, until I’m exhausted and need to turn everything off.
My phone, my computer, my books, my words.
So this morning when Brody woke up “a little bit sick,” I welcomed the chance for quiet.
The kind where we stay in our jammies and nap side by side, where I give the warm baths and take the nubby toweled snuggles that follow.
He’s sleeping beside me right now, breathing the slow, deep breaths of the very young, and I’m trying to match his kind of breathing, his kind of quiet.
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I sent my girls to school today.
I stood with my boots planted in the freshly fallen snow, the breeze whisking my hair across my nose, my cheeks, my glasses, my arms wrapped tight along my chest, my mouth stretched in a parallel, equally straight line.
I watched them get smaller and smaller as they walked up The Big Hill, one brightly booted foot in front of the other and I thought, “Go!”
And at the same time, I felt, “Stay. Please stay.”
That was the noisy start of my day.
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My husband, Jason, and I didn’t know what to tell our girls about Friday.
“Something sad happened” is how we began, and it felt inadequate.
We tiptoed around each other’s hearts knowing that we needed to say something, but feeling that as small as something sounds, that it would be remembered as Big.
Jason remembers the Big Something Conversation of his time.
The moment his parents sat him down to discuss Jacob Wetterling, the 11-year-old boy who was kidnapped in 1989, is so vivid to him, I hear his voice narrating as I picture the conversation unfolding.
His parents sitting across from an 11-year-old version of my husband with the same impossibly brown eyes lashed and eyebrowed and laugh lined in the exact same way that our three children’s eyes are.
Their words passing across the small space between them, in my version their knees are touching, flowing easily from lips to heart.
But as a mother, I now know that these conversations are awkward and messy and stumbly.
Like the lessons they reflect, like the New that children know once they are told Something like this.
***
I think that we –you, me, that mom over there- are on the cusp of Change.
We’re changing the kinds of conversations we’re having with our kids, with each other.
What we’re willing to talk about, bring up, be uncomfortable for. We’re redefining the edges that Big lives within.
This is our Big Something Conversation.
And while we’re tiptoeing around each other, attempting eye contact, seeing if we can have this talk, make this change, in my heart of hearts this is what I see, what I hear narrated.
I see us, knees touching, quietly talking, and definitely opening the door.
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Jason says that my expectations of the people I love are painfully high.
And he’s right.
I spin and twirl my thoughts until there’s a tippy-top to them where the people that I love precariously stand.
But here’s what I know.
Those people that I love -you- stand like I do, work like I do.
Like this.
Filled with mistakes, bound by good intentions, and with just enough open to let Big Things in.
So my Great Expectations are of you, of me, of us.
We can do this.
We can lean on each other, learn from each other, grieve together, teach each other how to support our children in doing the same, and then start the conversation.
Say something. Let it be Big. Step into fear. Listen. Learn. Be wrong. Change. And then, one foot in front of the other, move forward {together}.
Galit is a Facebook pro, is on Twitter (a lot), and Pinterest. And of course, you should be reading her blog.
Thank you so much for hosting me today, Greta!
Honored to be here!
Galit, as always, you stitch your words, your intentions, your heart, together in one big warm cozy blanket that I know I can always count on. Love this. Love you xo
Thank you for this, my sweet friend. You just earned my heart over – twice. Love you. xo
What a beautiful post – I will step into fear with you. Let's hold hands and know that we all have each other for support.
Yes, that. Exactly that. Honored to be holding hands with you.
(Thank you, truly.)
Love this. Thank you.
Thank *you,* so very much.
Really wonderful thoughts on a painful subject. I feel lucky to have children who are blissfully unaware – still – of what happened, and of what does happen too often around the country and the world.
Thank you for your words, girl.
(And with you on the blissful luck of not knowing. We all deserve a titch of that.)
Two of my favorite bloggers in one spot! I love that paragraph on leaning on each other. It doesn't seem like such a scary thing knowing we are leaning on each other. Moving forward is so hard but necessary. I'll move forward with you. 🙂
And I, with you.
Thank you friend, so very much! xo
I always love reading your writing. And you are so right. We can do this. Thank you for this post.
And thank you for your words, and your kind.
I so appreciate both!
I absolutely loved this post. It was so well-written, so true, so lovely.
Thank you friend, so, so very much.
Thank you Galit and Greta for this. Galit – your words and your heart, as always, leave me speechless and full of hope. Love this. Needed this.
Galit, I'm with you. Whenever I think about all that's happened since Friday, I just keep saying "it takes a village. it takes a village. it takes a village." We need each other. This isn't the time to creep back into the shadows. We need each other. We are in this together 🙂
I honestly think the reason I did put one foot in front of the other and take my girls to school yesterday was because I know I have all of you in my lives as well as my family and friends at home. There is no way we can hide from this. Fear is a choice that I choose not to make and I can easily do that with all of us banded together. Much love! xo
Thank you so much Galit. I struggle to put words around this as my heart remains broken and I certainly stumbled through the conversation I was not ready to have with my oldest. I felt terror. I had to talk to her because she goes to a school now that has a Tuesday chapel, and I knew that today they would pray for the Newtown community and the families that lost loved ones old our young. Oh so young. She asked how old all the children were and she cried. She said she wished we hadn't told her because it made her sad. I said we wanted her to know what her school was praying for and that every extra prayer from her was very special. I don't know if I handled it right. I know we will talk more when she comes home with questions about the new policies at school and the drills they will learn in January. There are officers at her school now on and off throughout the day. It might be a newish world for her and all of us. One in which we have to fight through our fears and band together with our hearts on our sleeves and our words at the ready to fight for what is right and for the precious lives of people young and old. I love your voice and the love it carries with it. Thank you.
Galit,
This is sensational.
Love.
xoxo
You always have the right words, Galit.
I've missed reading your words.
So very much.
xoxo
Just so incredibly lovely. You are a mother I look up to and this is why. xx
Stunning.
I was so incredibly glad I didn't need to that that Big Something Conversation with my kids. I am grateful that I could watch the news and cry and not be noticed by my two year old and not-quite-one year old. I am not ready to have that conversation. I am reading for them to do Big Things but not hear Big horrors.
Beautiful. Just beautiful.
Thank you…thank you for finding the words I have yet been able to find. They are there…wrapped up in a tangled mess of emotions..tangled like a string of Christmas lights that I know could shine brightly if I could only have the patience to untangle them. So far I haven't had the patience…the frustration has stopped me from even trying, but I will. I will because I have to. I have to find a way to put all of these feelings in writing so I can find a way to move forward. I have to find a way to walk into the fear and just keep going. Thank you.
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So incredibly beautiful, Galit, as always. I've been thinking a lot about this, even before the shootings, about forgiveness and anger and why people do the things that they do…and about the quote that you have up – how we are all stitched together with good intentions. How I believe that. I can forgive because of that. Thanks for writing this! xoxo
Thank you for sharing your thoughts and your encouragement. I have chosen not to share this with my children at this time. Suddenly, I feel very fortunate that we have moved overseas and the schools here (England) aren't talking about it. My daughters are 6 and 7… my heart breaks every time I think about those kids their exact ages… They don't need to know about this now, so they don't, but when they do, I'll take courage from your words.
Moving, touching and beautiful, Galit. Thank you for your heart.
"We can lean on each other, learn from each other, grieve together, teach each other how to support our children in doing the same, and then start the conversation." I love this line so much. We need so much healing right now – so much! I am hoping that we as parents and humans can stop finding reasons to separate ourselves from each other enough that we CAN stand together and lean on each other and have these conversations.
I can always count on your gorgeous writing, straight form your heart.
We have to do this, there is no other way.
xo
Yes, we have to talk about things. I can’t bear shoving it aside and pretending it didn’t happen (not just CT – all things difficult). Talk, process, grow and keep going.