this is home.
it’s not always easy volunteering at a battered women’s shelter. the kids are sweet and polite as can be…but it’s sad. it’s sad that these kids have been taken away from everything that they know: their home, their room, their toys, their friends. as these kids try to piece together some normalcy in living in a group home, adjust to their new surroundings, there are a lot of inner conflicts, insecurities, and pain underlying the whole experience.
i love using yoga with these kids as a tool not only for calming and coping, but for playing and laughing. i love having an hour of seeing these kids smiling.
yesterday, we were doing turbo salutations and a four-year-old boy asked if we could do them even faster than a cheetah. “of course!” i said. and he continued on, telling me that he actually has a little cheetah.
wow. i wasn’t sure if he meant a real cheetah (!) or a stuffed cheetah, but he went on to clarify. “i have the cheetah at home.”
“home” is always a loaded word with these kids. my heart panged.
then, as much to explain to me as to rationalize to himself, he added “this is my home.” that just melted my heart…and i had to tell you…
yoga is a gift
It is an uplifting, noncompetitive, mind-expanding, and fun way for children to build strength, spirit, and self-esteem.
mastering the ancient art of being a kid!