Today baby lead us in a yoga practice. She likes to initiate them whenever the spirit moves her. She lies down on the floor and calls us to practice: “Mama!” (pats the floor on one side of her). “Dada!” (pats the floor on the other side). We follow our inspired leader, dropping whatever mundane task we’re doing to enter into practice.
The session today was more thorough than usual. We started with cobra, and flowed through a series of cobra, cat and dog, downward-facing dog and mountain pose. Baby jumps or throws herself with abandon into each new pose, inspiring us to embrace our bodies and life itself.
We finished up with some butterfly, working our hips and stretching out our backs. And of course, ended with the traditional clapping.
Spontaneous midday baby-lead yoga: yet another thing to love about parenthood