Kids = Yoga IRL

To all you parents out there:

Do you ever have those mornings where you’re not on your best behavior with your kids? And before you know it, they’ve gone to school for the day, and you’re left at home with the guilt and self-loathing that accompany parent-child fights.

My son (aka: Gamer Boy from my MOMmentaryonGames blog) and I weren’t actually fighting this morning. More accurately, I was being (very) impatient with him.  He wasn’t doing what I wanted him to do and I’d given him options! Accompany that with being slow to get out the door (risking another L(ate) on his report card for this term), and it was the perfect storm for me. Our penultimate exchange nearly brought me to tears (but I saved those for after he was at school!): Gamer Boy turned to me and said, “Mom, you’re only looking at the negative this morning. Why aren’t you noticing all the positives?”

Wow. He nailed it. I woke up feeling out of sorts and continued to allow that train of thought guide me through the morning. I was under the thrall of negativity and it took my son’s poignant observation to bring me back into reality — back into the present. My yoga study IRL (in real life).

I thanked him (sincerely), told him he was absolutely right, and then I apologized. Then he asked, “Do you want a hug?”

Boy did I ever! So we hugged it out and I offered my amazing boy a drive to school.

When I returned home I found myself turning to Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet, and I thought I’d share one of my favorite essays from it here. 

Kahlil Gibran, from BygoneArts (Etsy)

Kahlil Gibran, from BygoneArts (Etsy)


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