- hey hey hey! it’s justinef!
i was teaching four little guys yesterday…three preschoolers and one elder statesman from the kindergarten.
one little guy is a family friend, and so though his real name is justin, i call him by his “insider” nickname of deshy.
well, the other kids would have none of that.
i first called justin “deshy” and the others adamantly objected “he’s not deshy! he’s justin f!” (the “f” referring to his last name).
all class, every time i called him desh or deshy, red flags started flying everywhere.
so i explained to the little boys that a nickname is like a name that’s not your real name…something that people who really like you call you. i asked them if maybe their parents called them by different names. of course they did and the boys all piped up what their nicknames are.
“and like when i call miro ‘the hero’, that’s just a nickname, too!” i went on to explain.
oh! lightbulbs all around. got it.
and then…i called justin “deshy” again and the jury went crazy!
“sorry! sorry!” i corrected myself. “justin. not deshy. justin.”
to which they responded in unison, “not justin! justin f!”
despite the fact that there was no other justin the room to distinguish this justin from justin p. or justin r. or even justin q., they were not going to back down. this guy is justin f.
years from now, i can imagine them all sitting around and saying “yeah. when i was in preschool, i totally thought your name was justinef.”
- just another sweet little supposi-story
so, i’m teaching a private to two awesome little four-year-olds…a boy and a girl.
i notice that the girl is scratching a lot…down there. so, i ask if she’s okay, if she needs to go to the bathroom, perhaps…
she says she doesn’t need the bathroom and goes on to explain that it feels like there’s “something up there.”
quickly the boy pipes in “i know!”.
i spin to him…how could he possibly know? i mean, besides the fact that he pretty much knows everything…
“a suppository, right?” he proudly exclaims, his pride in his worldly knowledge gleaming across his face.
her reaction could best explain why the following emoticon was invented —–> :/
apparently, that wasn’t it.
- about that long…
when i teach kids, they love to watch me do some tricky stuff…arm balances, inversions, funky transitions…things like that.
today, i was teaching a bunch of children–some of whom i’ve been working with longer than others–and they were begging to see a yoga trick. so i did one and they all ooh-ed and aah-ed. and one girl always asks the same thing: how do you do that?
this girl, by the way, is obsessed with handstands and is pretty much trying to kick up every free nano-second available between poses or activities. she’s amazing for her age, but long holds aren’t yet in her cards.
i explain to her that the reason i can do some hard stuff is because i listen, i’m patient, and i practice practice practice.
she responds, “yeah…it’s like you’re a pro.” (some might say that’s exactly what i am…).
of course i try to impart that with patience and perseverance, she can do it, too. i’ve just been practicing for a really long time.
at this point, a boy pipes in–he’s new to this particular class, but not new to working with me–“i know,” he brags, “because you practiced yoga for so long ago with me!”
“yeah,” i agree out loud. and then think to myself…that’s about how long it took me to master this stuff….
fyi…the boy is now 3 1/2 and i’ve been working with him for almost a year…
- the number one question in kids’ yoga
savasana has to be the most overlooked and under-appreciated pose in all of yoga.
afterall, you’re just lying there, doing nothing. how important can it really be?
certainly, you can find better things to do with your kids’ time. handstands, for example! or stretching! or tree!
fact is, savasana is the single most important pose in the whole asana practice. in fact, the entire practice is devised to prepare us for savasana. for, nestled in savasana, is the key to all asana…complete and unaffected stillness and quietness.
oh…and even if yoga didn’t think savasana so very important, think about it: kids, stillness, quietness. seem like good skills to me.
i would go far as to say that the primary benefit of yoga for kids is teaching them how to quiet down, get still, and foster self-control.
overall, i am quite lenient with alignments in a children’s yoga practice, working in broad strokes and general directions. but when it comes to savasana, things get very specific.
this is a pose done lying flat on the back with feet relaxed and about a foot apart, palms open and about a foot from the body, nose faces the sky, eyes are closed.
and as i reiterate repeatedly to the kids, nothing moves. not a finger or a toe. we don’t scratch itches, play with our hair, or pick our noses. we’re working on becoming frozen still.
and herein comes the number one question in all of kids’ yoga. i get asked this just about every class…and in complete sincerity…
“are we allowed to breathe?”
“yes,” i answer, “the parts that breathe are allowed to move. i highly encourage breathing…”
and so, all my kids do eventually emerge from corpse pose alive and intact. thank god they asked me before they just went ahead stopped breathing…
- a burn across my whole chest!!!
so, i’m teaching a class of ten-year-old girls and do these girls love to talk. and talk. and talk.
and one girl is getting sort of lost in the gabble and she announces excitedly that she got a huge burn across her entire chest the day before and then gestures with an outstretched palm across the entire width of her chest. she had everyone’s attention now.
first i’m thinking, “how did that happen? a huge burn across her entire chest? was it a sunburn? cooking burn? god forbid, abuse?”.
then i’m thinking, “why are you at yoga??? why aren’t you at home…or in the hospital????”.
then i’m thinking, “why are you so happy?”.
she goes on to explain that she was cooking and she accidentally hit herself somehow with the pan and it was full of hot oil….and did we want to see?
okay…ten-year-old girls…a little too old to be pulling up their shirts to show everyone their chests. i quickly suggested it wouldn’t be the best idea. but the other girls were adamant and our tragic little burn victim assured me it was okay.
before i knew what was happening, she starts lifting up her shirt for the big reveal…but she stops short of her rib cage (thank goodness)…so it’s not exactly her chest. okay…we’re all girls here.
“do you see it?” she asks.
everyone is confused and searching.
i’m looking hard for this huge disfiguring traumatic swath of a burn. but all i see is a teeny tiny pink mark around the area of her bottom rib. and i mean teeny, tiny, like a baby’s pinkie.
she looks down at her “chest” and points to the little pink line. “there! there it is!”
lots of oohs and aahs all around. her war wound was enough to impress all the other girls…and i guess i don’t have to call child protective services afterall…
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