A Lot of Work

Conversation with Trent before bed.  He is building with his leggos.

Me:  Time to brush your teeth!

Trent:  I'm still working!  I have a lot of work to do...

Me:  OK - just a couple more minutes & then it's time for us to brush our teeth.

As I walk away, I hear Trent saying to himself:  A lot, a lot, a lot a LOT of work to do!

And, then, about two minutes later, he walks up to me & says:  OK Mama - I'm done.  Let's go brush our teeth.

Oh.  Wow.

{These Moments}

{inspired by SouleMama}

Some Days I Win

Just now, I left Trent completely alone when he decided to eat honey out of one spoon with another spoon.  And I didn't even say anything about the sticky mess on the floor.  Yup - just wiped it right up with a sponge.

Sometimes the crazy voice inside my head that feels like everything is flying off into chaos (and it's up to me, alone, to control the chaos) quiets down a little & I win.

{These Moments}

{inspired by}

He asked to paint.  He even asked for the (T-shirt) smock to paint in.

Eating minor's lettuce.  That he found & identified.  All by himself.

First crocuses of spring!!

Yoga -or- Living in a Body

I'm lying in bed, taking some time to read my favorite blogs.
Over the past 30 minutes or so that I've been lying here, I've noticed several times that I'm {unconsciously} gripping my upper inner thighs.
Each time I notice, I release.
5 or 10 minutes later, I'll notice it again.
This is the same thing I catch myself doing in the dentist's chair & lying in Savasana.
Sometimes I also clench my hands.
Standing in lines I invariably find myself standing more heavily on my right foot, with my left hip cocked out to the side.

This awareness + conscious release & realignment + breath is most of what I mean when I say 'yoga'.

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