My New Yogi

Harp went to yoga with me this weekend for the first time and I've never had so much fun in yoga. Normally, I sweat, hurt, feel every year of my bones, count the poses, look at the time, calculate the end to the pain. Bikram kicks my ass every single time. But this time, I had my person - my six-year-old, go-and-meet-the-world wonder girl. She didn't seem to mind that the room was 110, that her face looked like a tomato or that the class was a steady stream of left and right confusion. She rolled with it - threw her tiny legs in the air, wrapped her arms around her body and breathed. She was just delighted to be there. And I couldn't stop smiling.

I though maybe I'd be stressed. Yoga, after all, is a serious endeavor; well not for me, but I didn't want to harsh the vibe or have to tell Harp that her floppsies were distracting people's balance poses. But she was just perfect. She sighed a lot, made tiny "phew" noises from the heat, made up her own poses, but she was magnificent. Before her final savasana, she poured all the water over head, whispering, "ah, that's gooder." And I know like I've known all along that she was born to show me the fun, to smell the coffee and for god's sake to relax a little...even in yoga.

p.s. This picture was taken at 7:20PM on Sunday after yoga. Her bedtime is 8:30.....