Mothering, Pondering, Yoga off the mat

Lessons from the Atlantic

Our family is vacationing on the sandy shores of southern Maine, aka Back Home for me. Our first beach day, coordinating boogie boards and SPFs proved to take a little longer than expected, so we arrived towards the end of the low tide coming in.

Man did we get thrashed. The waves were deceptively rough, making for lots of giggles in the beginning but resulting in bathing suits full of sand, goggles and hair-ties being swept from our possession, and extra salty tears.

My 8 year-old, an accomplished swimmer and aspiring marine biologist, took the brunt of Mother Ocean’s teachings. There is always another wave coming. Sometimes the shiny are revealed to be trash when you’ve finally got them in hand. If a great force takes your goggles, you will never see them again… let go and commit to holding more tightly next time. Sometimes you have to submit to the sand and accept it as part of the experience.

We all got beat up pretty well on that first beach day. I was worried that the kids wouldn’t want to go back. But we did! Before low tide. The tide was calmer, the surf gentle. We collected shells and whole crab carcasses, marveling at how clear and warm the tide pools were. “It’s nice to have a relaxed beach day,” my 8 year-old commented, “but the waves are too gentle to (body) board. So I guess it’s good we can have it both ways.”

Truth, baby. That’s the truth.

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Living with intention, Mothering

I’m Here. 

image.jpgI’ve been showing up to yoga classes, whether I want to get out of bed or not. I have a toddler who will not sleep through the night. He was for a while. But now he’s not.

Yesterday, when I arrived at class (after feeding two kids, dressing one, then dropping the other off at school) there was one “good”‘spot left in the studio. There was a yoga block there and I didn’t know this was intended to save a spot for someone.

I began to unfurl my mat, and the woman beside me said, “Oh, this space is taken.” Before thinking, without any filter, I replied, “I’m here.”

“But she comes all the time.”

I didnt know what to say. My teacher, ever the mind reader and peacemaker, called me and said “Look, I can make room next to me!”

I sat on my mat and set my intentions on learning to listen and respond thoughtfully. It occurred to me that saving a spot at a yoga class is very anti yoga. But so is my overreacting and playing the exchange over and over in my head.

I have two children. They take up space in my life. They do things like get sick, bite my yoga blocks, take too long to get dressed, forget their backpack… There are ways in which it is so hard to show up. But I’m here.