Forget My Mind—I Lost My Cell Phone

First published July 24, 2008

Actually, "lost" is mother-of-a-toddler code for, "I left my cell phone in the pocket of the shorts I wore to the pool with Jake and ran it through the washing machine." Raz-r phones, I probably don't have to tell you, do not like being run through the washing machine.

The Moment Jake Went Down the Slide by Himself

First published July 18, 2008

Jake and I decided to go to the park after school on Tuesday. Usually we go home and play with the hounds or draw with chalk on the sidewalk or fast forward through Sesame Street on TiVo until we find good songs about dogs or the beach. But on Tuesday the weather was lovely and I had a rare surge of energy powerful enough to shake me out of the usual pattern.

Why Practicing Yoga Is as Simple as Sleeping with a Sick Child

First published July 15, 2008

Last night I was reminded that as parents we all practice yoga all the time, whether we realize it or not. We all put aside our own discomfort to care for our children and in return we receive the joy that is motherhood.

Which, I thought as I slept with my restless, sick, hitting-me-in-the-face-and-then-asking-for-juice son, is very much what a yoga practice is about, even if we don't use the asanas to remind us of it.

Monday Mornings, Sleeping In, and the Clash of the "Should Do's"

First published July 14, 2008

Jake slept in this Monday morning. I did too, for a while. Until Mike told me it was eight o'clock and suddenly my eyes were wide open like a Bush voter who finds out for the first time that Iraq had nothing to do with 9/11. One minute I was dozing blissfully, the next I was jolted awake with the unpleasant aftertaste of guilt in my mouth.

MIA Part Three: Not Doubting Your Path

First published on July 11, 2008

Sometimes there are good reasons you don't have time to, say, write a YogaMamaMe post for two weeks. And I don't mean "good" in the "eat your spinach, it's good for you" sense of good. I mean good, like good for my soul, happy, fun.

I mean, to get to the point, Coon Dog Day.