My Tuesday noon class follows a morning of work for me, work which involves reasonably serious conversations with reasonably serious adults.
Then I whip into my office at 11:30, change into my yoga duds, and drive over to the studio, arriving ridiculously early for my 12:15 class. In fact, when I arrive, they’re still sweeping up Cheerios from the floor. Moms carry babies on their hips, all of them completely relaxed after a moms-and-tots class.
I love this.
I put my mat down in the back corner, and dream about being a yoga baby. In this dream, my body has no resistance. I flop forward and sweep my hands across the floor. My head turns like an owl. I do somersaults for the fun of it.
In this dream class, I laugh whenever I feel like it. I also sing: This Little Light of Mine, or Baby Beluga, or You Are My Sunshine. I dance while I sing. We all do, in this class.
I eat the odd raisin or Cheerio off the floor. I drink hot chocolate out of one of those sippy cups.I hang out in Child’s Pose when I get tired. I have a nap if I feel like it. And someone carries me out at the end. I like that part the best.
I am so into this dream that by the time my real class starts, I am about 4 years old.
Do you have a dream class? I’d love to hear about it.
Thanks to all of you yoga moms and yoga babies for the inspiration,and thanks to you for the conversation.