Parenting is Yoga: the practice of presence

“Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.” ~Margaret Atwood

“The waiting is the hardest part” ~Tom Petty

a windy day photo while the boys and I were playing with friends!

I talk a lot about being patient, more about being present, but when it comes to parenthood you can practically call them the same. Whenever I start to doubt that being a mama is similar to yoga, life always seems to set me straight. 

Last week I was doing some solo parenting and while that isn’t unusual for us, I had definitely hit a new mama low. The boys weren’t sleeping, it was a 24-7 “mama, mama, MAMA” kind of week, I was already feeling depleted, basically it was a perfect storm all set for some destruction. I had a middle of the night meltdown, the boys had theirs during the day, we needed some shift!

So we went for a hike. 

We got outside and took in some nature, it was needed so badly. It was like fresh air after breathing in an airplane for hours, everything got softer. The edges were less harsh. Our moods shifted, we laughed, spotted birds/lizards/frogs, and the best is we were present with each other. Practicing presence is like practubg patience, both require you to work towards them. They require each other, time, love. I have decided that really my family and friends deserve the gift of my presence. For me to be all there. Not on my phone or trying to snap their photos, but to just be with them. The beauty of this is that this gift of presence/patience is a for myself as much as others. This practice allows me to just single task or enjoy whatever is in front of me, it allows for not rushing. For taking a deep breath and laughing, playing longer. 

Being a parent is so many things, but mostly it’s about raising these tiny humans into functioning adults. And I don’t want to miss out on any part.

These dudes are my heart ❤️
xo,

Liz

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