In my bid to get back on the good health wagon, I’m adding exercise back in bit by bit. I don’t think I’m going to be running any half marathons just yet, but I plan to ease my way back in. I just forked over my hard earned cash for a series of yoga classes I plan to take in May.
Last year, I signed my three year old son up for yoga. For months he loved it. But for the last two weeks it’s been a struggle getting him ready to go. This was a one hundred eighty degree turn for a child who acted like he was dying when he had to wait thirty minutes for yoga to start. So I asked him why he didn’t want to go. He said, he was tired of being pushed around. One of the children has been pushing him down for the last couple of weeks. Rather than take that child out of the class, the teacher handed over my upset child. So I understand his frustration. But I didn’t want him to miss an experience he loved so much because of a misbehaving child. But I took the high road and listened to what he wanted. We didn’t go to his weekly class.
Before he went to bed, my husband asked my son to relax his body by thinking of his favorite place. As my son drifted off, he talked about how yoga was the most relaxing thing for him.
But yoga can’t be yoga if there’s no zen or relaxation, right? I’m hoping that when I come back to L.A. at the end of the summer, I can find that place of peace for him again.