- 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…
in 11 1/2 years of teaching children yoga, i had a moment this week that has to have been my funniest ever.
i was working in a private home with a boy who had just recently turned five. we were in the middle of the practice when he suddenly announced he needed a potty break. fair enough.
his nanny was nearby and asked him if he would like her to come with him.
now, this boy was a bit late in his potty training, so it was a pretty normal request. his nanny or mom accompanies him fairly frequently on his potty breaks.
anyway, she asks him and he looks at her indignantly and says “um, i’m going to the bathroom. you can’t come!”
then he turns to me, and in the inflection of a seasoned sitcom star sings out “AWKWARD!” and proceeded on his merry way.
i almost died. it was as if i was his hot date and he wanted to inform his nanny “can’t you see i’m with a woman here???”
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