Mommies and yogis- April 20, 2011
Charlotte and I have been stretching our minds and bodies in Mommy and Baby Yoga class. Each Saturday we get in our comfy cotton-blend pants and head to the loveliest little yuppie baby spa. Our incredibly fit, breathy-voiced instructor plays lullaby renditions of Green Day or Bob Marley. I feel like an American Idiot in some of those positions. It’s tough holding a 13 lbs. squirmy little one while holding a warrior pose. My thighs scream, “No Woman! No Cry!”
The first week we came in and I met all the other babies. We got home and I was telling Greyson about 6-month-old Reese, 4-month-old Riloh, and the other little yogis. (That’s what the breathy teacher calls them, “little yogis.”) I realized then, that I never learned the mom’s names. I got so embarrassed when I thought about the fact that I hadn’t even really introduced myself. The teacher said “Who do we have here?” as she looked at Charlotte. I proudly responded “This is Charlotte, she’s 5 months.” Okay, great, but since when do I not tell someone my name when I meet them? I’m incredibly proud to be “Charlotte’s mom”, but I’m still Amy.
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| I think of this Yogi every time she says “little yogis.” |
The next week I made a point to know Christine is Riloh’s mom, and Kate is Reese’s mom. Moms, have you lost your identity a bit? Do you find yourself only being “mom” sometimes? I’m making a point to try to remember the woman that I am as I get used to my new mama identity.
It’s been a great bonding time for Charlotte and I. She loves playing on the yoga mat. The teacher instructed the mom’s into a pose where our faces were close to our babies as they laid on the mats. Charlotte had rolled over on her tummy and was playing with one of the organic toys they provide. My face was in line with her cute little bum. The instructor whispered her counts to hold the pose. That’s when I smelled the unmistakable odor of baby breast milk gas. Yep, my little yogi farted right in my face. She turned around and gave me a little giggle. Namaste.
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hahaha, so funny! i always thought it would be fun to try a momma/baby yoga class. levi would never have it now though. he's waaaaay to active. maybe a momma/baby jungle gym/climb-all-over-me class would be more appropriate at his age. he's a monkey!