“I don’t want to do that.” She says, meeting my eyes through impossibly long lashes. Her look, direct, strong and almost fierce, isn’t disrespectful. I can’t quite place my finger on what it is, but it pulls at my heartstrings.
I smile her way, touch her shoulder, lean closer. “You have to try.” I whisper, “And we can talk about it after.” She looks down, slumps. Not the reaction I was going for.
I’m sitting with my daughter’s Brownie troop. A group of girls that I’ve grown to love as my own as their pink cheeks and chubby fingers have given way to spaghetti straps and knobby knees.
They’re stunning in all the right ways – they laugh loudly and share kindly, their friendships criss crossing like finely threaded braids. Strong, thick, glittery.
They’re turning nine this year, going into the third grade. A year edged so tightly between little and big, how can they not lose their footing a titch?
My co-leaders, my friends, and I know that they have to feel this kind of fall, in order to sore.
So we fill them with as many experiences and adventures and successes as we can, in the hopes that if (when) they feel that unbalance, that discomfort of being something new, it won’t shake them. It’ll build them.
So tonight I sit in front of these girls, at the edge of my slick black leather seat and look into each of their eyes. Varying shades of earth and grass and sky look into mine.
I tell them about my own spark. The place where I feel the most vulnerable, and the most within my skin.
“We’re going to paint pictures and write poetry.” I say, breathing words into my passion. Most of them sit straighter, tilt their chins higher, fine tune their listening further.
“To be published in a real book!” I add. They look at each other, cheeks raised, eyes bright.
Except that one.
Her eyes are down, wavy locks brushing bare knees, pink tipped fingers threading through nubby beige carpet.
“I’ll keep your poems for just a little bit.” I say, placing my thumb and my forefinger close together. My wedding ring glints silver in the just setting sunlight streaming through the window.
They groan; she keeps her head down.
“So I can type them up in short lines, just like the ones in this book.” I show them Love That Dog, my favorite poetry book that I’m about to share.
I hold the spine between the fingers of one hand, running the thumb of the other across the fore edge. The cover snaps open, its pages tickling my finger as the poems splay.
My eyes are on the book, the pages, the words, as they speed magically by. The girls blur and smudge and blend together.
But I do zoom in on the girl sitting in the front, the one with her head down. Because, for the first time since I whispered to just her, she’s listening to just me.
Her head snaps up, her hair falls behind her shoulders, her eyes light. “You’ll type them?” She asks. “On a computer?” She adds. “So they’ll all look the same?” She explains.
She finally smiles when I nod. Her eyes and her heart and her already-been-felt shake on display.
And she writes. They all do.
They lay shoulder to shoulder on their bellies with their bare ankles crossed or leaning against cold, bare walls. They crinkle their foreheads and bite their lips.
They write and they paint and they share and they find their lift.
And that’s the goal of tonight, and this anthology that I’m so ridiculously proud to be a part of.
It’s exactly what I want for my children, and yours.
I want them to hold something they’ve created between their own fingertips – whether they’re muddied or glitter-tipped or snagged or finely manicured – whatever breath of life they’re in, and feel with every fiber of their being that new is good and endless possibility is right there, ready to be grasped.
Pens and Paint is a work of heart in partnership with Annmarie Lockhart, editor at Vox Poetica and publisher at unbound CONTENT.
Here’s how you, and someone aged 6-18 that you adore, can be a part of it:
Call for Submissions!
Who: Writers and artists, ages 6-18.
What: Original poetry and artwork inspired by the theme DREAM.
When: Submissions will be accepted on a rolling basis. As soon as we have enough content for a complete anthology, submissions will close.
Every writer and artist will be responded to, and everyone whose work is accepted will receive a contributor copy, because PUBLISHED AUTHORS need to hold their books in their hands.How: Submissions should be sent to me (the series editor!) at galit breen @ gmail . com
More How: Submissions should include-
- The full text of the poem or a jpg photo of the artwork
- An author photo
- A two-three sentence “About the Author”, including age
- And a permission sentence such as, “I (name of parent) am the parent of (named child) and grant permission for (title of work), created by (named child), for the Dreams vox poetica anthology to be published by unbound CONTENT.”
So I have to ask, who are you going to push to submit?
Who are you going to tell to think DREAM – waking or sleeping, nightmare or inspiration – just DREAM?
Who are you going to tell that it’s their story, and that we’re all listening?
I absolutely can’t wait to hear from you, and your favorite poet and painter!
This is an original World Moms Blog post by Galit Breen. On any given day Galit can be found juggling one husband, three children, one puggle, and one laptop. Galit can be reached regularly at These Little Waves, by e-mail galitbreen@gmail.com, Twitter, and Facebook.
Photo courtesy the author.
Oh this is wonderful, such a beautiful inspiring, uplifting project!! Yay you, Galit. xo
Thank you, my sweet friend, so very much! Send someone local-to-you my way! I’d be so very honored to include a friend of your’s! xo
This is so awesome Galit 🙂
You have one submission coming up from my 6 y.o. He writes about Robots already(in his just formed cursive). Maybe I will ask him what are his dreams tonight..
I absolutely can’t wait to read his words, Purnima! And I’m over the moon for that question – we should all be asking it, yes? Love!
This is incredible Galit! Good luck!
Thank you so much, truly!
Now who can you invite to submit? 🙂
How amazing would this work be threaded with tastes of all of our homes? *swoon*
Good luck with your project, Galit — it sounds great!
Jen 🙂
Thanks so much, Jen! Send some Jersey words my way! I’d love to have my old stomping grounds represented! 🙂
My nine year old will jump at this. She’s been scribbling in her journal and drawing pictures in her sketchbook. Knowing it may be published in an actual book will probably get her all excited. Can’t wait to tell her! 🙂
Oh hooray, Susi! Tell her that I absolutely can’t wait to read her words – and that I have a writing book that I adore writing in, too! 🙂
This sounds wonderful! I’m going to suggest this as a project for our respite worker to work on with my son.
Ohmyheart, I love that idea! Tell him that I can’t wait to read his words!
{Look at our village working together! Le sigh. So the way it all should fall into place!}
What a great project. When my girls are older, I hope there is something like this for them.
Thank you so much, friend!
{This will be a series, so there will be! How exciting is that?!}
Meanwhile, send someone local to you my way! #NotBossy #ISwear
This is awesome Galit! At the end of this last school year, my big girl worked with her kindergarten class to do a similar project. They had SO much fun doing it….and getting that published book in hand was such a joy for her. It sits on her nightstand and she loves to look at it every night before bedtime. Let me see if I can push her to submit something for this. Thank you for the opportunity 🙂
Oh Eva, I love that you worked on something similar, and I LOVE that she looks at and loves her book!
It would be absolutely amazing for your your sweet girl to submit here as well! Let her know that I absolutely can’t wait to see her work!
I submitted my 9 year old’s recent painting, thank you for the opportunity!!
Oh thank you so much, girl! I was so very glad to see her lovely work!
Galit, what a beautiful story. It’s not easy being a parent or part of the village that encourages kids. And it’s easy for kids to just do the minimum. They don’t see that people, everyday, are pushing themselves to do a little more, a little better, a little harder. Grown ups make everything look so easy! I’m going to share this opportunity with my 9yo daughter as I’m sure she’ll want to submit a poem. Thank you for your generosity and encouragement of other children.
That was such a lovely, kind comment – thank you! {truly}
And I’m thrilled that you’re bringing this to your daughter – let her know that I absolutely can’t wait to see her work!
I want to get my daughter to do this, but she’s a temperamental artist and only creates when she wants to! The end result is going to be stunning – I know it.