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Baby Yoga Master
So the weeks continue to fly by.
My son is now two years old. No more Mommy and Baby yoga together.
I wish I’d had many more opportunities with him in those yoga classes as he developed. I also wish I had more time to attend classes myself. Funny how life’s daily occurrences alter our paths.
The other day, as I was complaining about not being able to get to a class for so long, my son must have sensed my frustration. He – being my Zen master – brought out the rubber bath mats from the tub and trekked them both all the way down the stairs to the den. He then proceeded to encourage his nanny, “Mui, come do Yoga.” “I don’t know how,” she replied. He unrolled both bath mats. “Mine will show you,” he said in his language of sorts, and began to instruct her. Down dog, tree, Shivasana, and so on. He didn’t know some of the names, but then neither do I. When I tried to join in, I was told that this was for Mui, not Mummy. How did he remember these poses? I have not done yoga in front of him or with him for months.
I sat back and watched him, delighted that he was so confident with his instruction. He was able to share his knowledge with his loved ones on a private level.
Is this the beginning of a Yogi?
Watching my son teach his nanny yoga was a strong reminder to me that yoga can be done anywhere at anytime, even on rubber bath mats.
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