For the past year I have been dabbling in Yoga. It all started with Priscilla Patrick on PBS. Her little 15 minute stretches every morning got me hooked! Then I started doing the Yoga that's on BYU channel in the mornings and began studying yoga and meditation on my own. I used to try to do it after I went jogging or walking but it was taking up too much of my day. I started to do it twice a week but my kids were making it near impossible. Can you imagine me in some weird contorted pose with a 3 year old directly next to (or underneath me) trying to do the same thing, and a 1 year old trying to sit on my head at the same time? Now imagine me trying to do 5 minutes of relaxation after my practice with someone crying in my ear, a high energy 8 year old yelling throughout the house while he chases his screaming sister, and a baby in his high chair making obvious sounds that he is done by the clattering sounds of his bowl on the floor. It usually involves me taking a deep cleansing breath and then yelling so hard my face hurts DO YOU MIND??!! I AM TRYING TO RELAX!!! Let's just say it's not pretty.
I realized that Yoga is scarily bringing more stress to my life. When I am trying to concentrate so hard for these poses and get distracted by these little buggers it raises my stress to levels I didn't know existed! I then decided if I wanted to continue my new hobby I needed to make sacrifices. So....on Tuesdays and Thursdays I have decided to get up at 5:45am to practice Yoga in peace. Wouldn't you know it, at least 2 of them have been getting up at 5:50am since I started this. They pitter patter out, say in loud non-morning voices "Doing your Yoga Mom?!" And then proceed to open all the squeakiest cupboards, or slurp cereal, or dump out legos. If I try to make them stay in their rooms they play which usually ends up in playful screaming (or not so playful) waking up the other half of the kids. Whatever....So much for R&R. I tell you they have some sort of Yoga radar! Anyways, I guess there is a time and a season for everything...I just really wanted this to be my season for Yoga! *Sigh* I'm not giving up yet. I may have to sacrifice some precious evening adult time for Yoga (sorry bout that Jay).
Namaste
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I was rolling on the floor laughing!!
Thankfully I only have two little buggers...I mean kids that pounce me, but I totally know what you mean. I have some dusty workout videos and yoga videos that I just decided will have to stay dusty for awhile.
It's amazing how kids know when you finally get a few moments to yourself because that's when they're the loudest...isn't it. Well, at least it seems that way.
Joalea. When are you really going to get it? Yes, there is a time and a season for all things. This is not a time or a season for you. You deserve no time for yourself in this season. I wish you could learn to be less selfish, and not think about what you want. I can give you lessons if you like. Think of the children. They need a cheerful mother, ready to greet them at whatever hour they awake. I try to be up and showered by 3 am...that way I am ready. I spend the morning preparing their favorite things. Email me for more advice.
I welcome any advice you can give me sweet Mother of the Year. Could you show me sometime how to take a nap by noon and keep the TV on auto play? :) I understand now why you have to nap so early since you are showered by 3am. It also explains why you can't stay awake past 8pm. You should write a series of parenting books for those of us who just don't get it.
P.S. Could you show me sometime how you get your kids fed dinner, pj's on and in bed by 4pm?
Ha ha ha, You know I love you and really am just jealous with what a super mom you are.
I have to do my Yoga at night too. Scarlett used to do it with me and she was pretty good, but then throw Abram in the mix and it doesn't work. Thankfully for me, Seth likes to go to bed early and I don't.
The 'season' doesn't end with your children. I remember using my oldest daughter's bathroom one time and my 3 granddaughters were right outside the door trying to talk. I yelled to them: "Can't grandma just have a little peace?" It was very quiet for a minute, and then I saw these little fingers reach under the door and pass a note to me. then another, and then another.
It was just easier to come out of the bathroom and finish the book later!
My sweet friend. I'm grateful I have these little reminders on the Internet of your sweet personality and the love you had for your kids. I miss you 💟
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