Balance

Thanks to Amine watching the kids I was able to go to a yoga class this evening.  The third class in four weeks, not bad.  The teacher was a sub, Susan, who was one of the main teachers in my teacher training.  She is awesome, tonight was a fun class with three different arm balances and two versions of headstand as well as the more typical vinyasa asanas.  Great class, however tonight I realized I rock a more important pose.  Lamp pose, not seen in yoga magazines and please don't google it, I am coining new poses for mama yoga.  Baby Aya had fallen asleep on my chest while I was watching TV  as is the case most nights and I was the last one up, as is the case most nights.  I rose without waking baby, walked over to the lamp, raised my right knee until baby's lower half was supported with my thigh.  This freed my right hand so I could switch off the lamp.  Now if only I could master bassinet pose where I could seamlessly transfer Aya to the bassinet without waking her, I am definitely not rocking that pose yet
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On a somewhat unrelated note I have read several heart wrenching articles lately.  One about a father dying of cancer who writes napkin notes to his daughter and puts them in her lunch box and is writing 800+ notes for the sad if and when so she will continue to receive notes until graduation.  Another article was about a mom with young kids who is dying of breast cancer and how she wrote letters to her kids for them to read at future big life events and how she crawled up the stairs when she could no longer walk to be able to continue doing bedtime routine for her kids.

Life lessons, don't sweat the small stuff, appreciate how awesome your kids are and let the people you love hear it, know it, feel it all the time, because time is unknown.  I started my version of napkin notes this week and  am trying to be more present with them.  Balance in life and yoga, Om