There was a time when I could do yoga as much as I liked: practice as long as I would like, attend class as much as I wanted, read and study when or how much I wanted. Now that I am the mother of two young daughters, this is not the case anymore, for obvious reasons. I’m thankful that I had that time before children– the utter wonder of practicing asana, transcendental moments of breath practice, and joyful time spent teaching others.
Now, my time to practice asana is squeezed into the precious moments when the youngest is napping and the oldest is at school. (That is, if I’m comfortable blowing off the other responsibilities of managing our household.) Or, I may just decide to practice amidst my daughters calling my name, or doing crafts near me, or bouncing around the room being their lovely selves.
I get a kick out of the contrast between now and then. Life is such an ever-changing process. It is as if my awareness is riding on a magic carpet. I observe the moments; the days and the years fly by.
No longer do I have a two to three hour practice set aside for rapture and discovery. What I have now is a joyous and loving calling to experience my daughters in all their glory.
My 5-year-old daughter took the following pictures on a day when I really wanted to do some poses. This may have been the day that I surrendered yet again to being the best mom I can be.