When I taught yoga, it wasn’t unusual for a student to weep on the mat during class. Some people feel uncomfortable with tears. In fact, I often do. But as a yoga teacher I didn’t have the freedom to panic. My job wasn’t to stop teaching, ask them what was wrong, fret about it, or otherwise draw attention to their experience. And it certainly wasn’t my place to take it personally if they were having a strong response to the practice. My job was simply to hold space.
All the tissues I passed, adjustments I made, and hands I held helped prepare me for the colossal job of holding space for my son. However, it took me a while to figure this out. (more…)
I love podcasts. I loooooove them. They make long car trips fly by and cleaning the house less of a chore. They inform me, entertain me, and make me more interesting at dinner parties.
In the past year, I’ve been devouring them like sugar. I like to step outside of my world and look at the human experience through someone else’s eyes. Plus, I don’t have much time for reading lately so podcasts satisfy the need for a good story.
The most recent episode is awesome and well worth a listen. It’s the story of a twenty-something gay couple in Los Angeles who became parents over night. One day they were clubbing, traveling, and living it up; the next they were parents to a one and three-year-old. This episode is told from one guy’s point of view. The host, Hilary Frank, promises to share the other guy’s point of view very soon. Check it out here.
If you are the weepy type or are sensitive about kids, this may get to you. It got to me. You have been warned!
Today is just pure magic. It’s not my birthday, but it feels like it. I’ve been anticipating this day as if it were my 13th, 16th, 18th, and 21st birthdays all rolled into one. Today is Judah’s first birthday.
WE DID IT! Oh man, we did it. We made it through the first year. I’m so freaking proud.
I finally understand what people mean when they say the days go by slowly but the years go by fast. It’s the longest shortest time, indeed. In the past six months I found myself dreaming of what life might be like when we got to a year (easier, I had hoped), while simultaneously wanting to stop time so I could drink in all the magic that is his giggle, his eyelashes, his curls, and the feeling of his little arms around my neck.
There is so much I didn’t know. I’m, like, a thousand times smarter … and tougher. But really, I’m waaaaaaay smarter. Like, I didn’t know (more…)