expect the unexpected.

when you do a yoga practice with your children, you just never quite know exactly what is going to happen.

week 2 of our familyoga practice progressed nicely.  we practiced 5 out of the 7 nights of the week.  amara (she is the one who loves a routine)  has now begun to ask to do the practice.  isabel overheard amara reminding me to make sure we do the yoga.  isabel scowls, “amara, nooo. shhhhhh.  what are you doing? don’t remind mom.”  amara smirks.  i take it all in.

and honestly, even isabel’s reluctance and disapproval of the familyoga time, is fading, just a tiny little bit.  there is a small crack in her armor.  she is putting forth a little more of an effort during the poses and sequences.  she seems to (kinda) enjoy our final relaxation (savasana).  well – enjoy – may be pushing it….tolerate might be a more appropriate word to describe her attitude.  nonetheless, it’s a step.

i recently discovered that my 2 oldest girls have been talking to their friend about our familyoga practice.  isabel and sasha have a dear friend (and neighbor) that they spend a lot of time with.  her name is olivia; and she is 10 years old.  olivia’s mama is one of my bffs.  so, while olivia’s mom and i are hanging out, waiting for our kids to be dismissed from school, she informs me that olivia has been told by my daughters about our familyoga routine.  and then, olivia goes on to let her mother know that she has no interest whatsoever in bringing the practice into her family life.  so, it is apparent that my girls are not yet ambassadors, spreading the gospel of the benefits of a dedicated yoga practice.  maybe they will be someday; maybe they won’t.  i’m ok with that.

it’s funny and unpredictable….my girls keep pushing my expectations further and further.  after years of teaching yoga classes….i had the attitude of “i’ve seen it all.”  i mean, really, adults have been known to do some strange things in yoga classes – and i truly thought that i could not possibly be surprised or shocked by what my children could actually pull off during our yoga sessions.  and then….i was informed by brett that he discovered our girls passing notes while familyogaing.  so, i thought to myself…..note passing, really?  ok, now i have truly “heard it all.”

oh! but wait! i arrived home from my yoga teaching gig last night, and brett and the girls had just finished up their evening practice.  we put the girls to bed; and brett and i debrief about how their evening and their yoga practice went.  brett fills me in on the details of amara’s softball game (she got a hit!) then, he goes on to tell me about their familyoga practice.  he utters four words i NEVER thought that i would hear in the same sentence: fist fight during savasana.

i’m going to let him tell that story.  speaking of brett: he really is excited to write on the blog (he did write the: about us, section of the blog).  but, he works a lot of hours this time of year.  case in point: today he left for work at 5:30 am, and doesn’t expect to be home until 9pm tonight.  thank goodness that is not his daily schedule….but it’s also not that rare.  and his job entails hard physical labor (out in the sun, blisters on his hands, sore shoulders…..etc. etc.) so, because i have more free time, i’ll keep up on the blog; and i’ll be grateful for whenever brett has some free time to share his thoughts and observations with us.

more to come soon: including – familyoga and ghost stories!   and….who threw the first punch in the savasana fist fight?

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About familyoga

i am a mama, a yoga instructor, a lover, a gardener, and a music maker. i live in a little town 19 miles northwest of downtown indianapolis, indiana. i will blog about familyoga - specifically, myself, my husband/hetero life partner, brett, and our children as we explore familyoga and good livin'. brett will also be blogging. he is a deep soul. he loves music and traveling, gardening and his family.
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