Good-bye Mommy

This morning as I was getting dressed to leave the house and come to the library, Kalian didn't want me to put my socks on. She cried and tried to pull them away. She knows that when Mommy gets dressed and noone else is, that I will be leaving. "No socks Mommy. No mommy Bye-Bye." As I finally managed to get dressed through the tears - both hers and mine. Liam stood at the doorway to our bedroom and sang over and over again,

Good-bye, Mommy
Good-bye, Mommy
Good-bye, Mommy
We're so sad to see you go.

Wah! Among other things this semester, my yoga practice is really suffering. Sunday mornings have been my one day when I usually try to get to a class, rather than grab a few minutes here or there at the gym. But I am gone so much these few weeks, that I couldn't bare the thought of leaving them, so I practiced at home. It was actually very sweet. I had very low expectations and enjoyed both Kalian underneath me in downdog and Liam on top of me. Midway through, Kalian wanted to breastfeed, so I sat in verasana for a bit and did that. Meanwhile, Liam and Kalian were playing with playdough - Liam had a very innovative cement mixer machine he had improvised using the playdough, so I also paused for awhile to help him lay the foundation for a house, and then while doing uttita hasta padagustasana (standing pose with one leg high in the air), Kalian kept coming over wanting me to take on and off the top of a playdough container. Meanwhile, Chris was in the room experimenting with recording audio for his blog. I loved it! It's amazing what perspective has on such a "lively" yoga practice - it was such a nice, mellow family time, and it's fun for Liam and Kalian to try the poses every once in awhile, too.

Inhale. Exhale.