After tackling the pose this evening, I reminded myself that it’s not just OK to fall sometimes – it’s important, even when it hurts. Lying quietly on my mat in savasana, I felt my eyes snap open as I realized bakasana is more than a yoga pose: it’s a reflection of so many things in my life.
There is much to be said about feeling supported by your co-parent.
I’d love to be able to promise that it will never happen again, that I’m going to stop everything I’m doing to listen intently or to look at the gross bug he discovered on the sidewalk but I can’t.
Throwing food is therapeutic. Cleaning up the melty cheese is not.
This past week has been one of the hardest parenting weeks I’ve ever endured. Between the stress I’ve been under at work and the emotional weight I felt after leaving Cape Breton on Sunday, both F and I were run ragged. On Tuesday, F had one of the worst meltdowns he’s ever had – and… Continue reading pretending to sleep & parenting