TMC welcomes Galit from These Little Waves. She is one of those bloggers that when you read just one piece of her writing, you will be hooked. If you are looking to find a blogger that writes with sheer brilliance each and every time, you need to run over to her blog. After this feature here below, I think you’ll immediately see why I am telling you she is a true talent – this girl can write!!!

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“Mom?” I fight the noise, the light, the inevitable wake up call.

“Mom, I’m up!” Warm little hands touch my cheeks. Never-ending brown eyes will me to wake.

My oldest daughter.

Fiercely independent.

Eerily smart.

Heartbreakingly loving.

I was up late tweeting, writing, reading, commenting. I feel like I just cozied into Jason’s warmth moments ago.

And now I hear Kayli’s getting-big-faster-than-I’d-ever-imagined-voice saying, “Mom?” and blearily, I start my day.

We tiptoe through the sleeping house, make coffee and milk, gather her latest chapter books -Nancy Drew mysteries, magical fairies, tree house adventures.

We settle onto the couch, nestled beneath the sheer yellow blanket. Its fringes tickling our toes.

Kayli leans into me and I breathe in her strawberry scented hair. Her hand rests on my arm, “Mom? I love stories.”

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D*O*G My precocious five year old writes. Her print is thorough, purposeful, strong. Her fingertips smeared in a watercolor blue, her cheeks stained a summer pink.

She leans back in her chair, her feet barely touching the ground. I see thoughts swirling behind her eyes.

“I know!” she smiles pressing her pencil tip to the velvet notebook- what other notebook would she possibly have besides a fuschia velvet one? B*L*O*G!

I look into those impossible hazel eyes that match my own. They’re laugh line framed. Her cheeks are raised, her smile is wide. One writer whispering survival secrets to the other.

B*L*O*G.

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“Go to sleep” I whisper-sing to Brody, my baby who’s almost three. We lay side by side. His fingers laced with mine, his shockingly blond hair tousled into the crook of my neck.

His eyelashes flutter, his breathing steadies. I stay with him – taking in this quiet, this togetherness, this meant-to-be-ness.

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I’ve always fiercely immersed myself into my labels – Student, Traveler, Teacher, Wife, Mother. But today I find myself betwixt and between Motherhood and Writing.

I’m writing my first novel. I’m following my spark, my bliss, my passion.

But when I walk by full sinks and unfolded laundry, my unread-to children and my un-talked to husband, I waver. I wonder how can I possibly tread this Mother – Writer line?

And that’s where blogging comes in. Blogging is my anchor. It’s where I find camaraderie and friendship, learning and growth.

It’s where I find others with stories whirling in their hearts, begging to be told. It’s where I find my balance, and my voice.

I launched my blog six months ago to flex my writing muscles and to build my platform. But what I really found is community and friendship that takes my breath away, grounds me, and pushes me to be better.

Thank you for having me here today, Heather. I am so honored. And thank you for reading my words. I am so very happy to meet you.

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