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The Best Gift

12/1/2016

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Last week, Ani asked if she could come to a yoga class.  She is so full of energy.  We sometimes pay her money to stay completely quiet for an entire 2 minutes.  She loves to flip and stand on her hands. She assumes everyone in the room wants to see it.  Every. Single. Time.  I am fully aware working on breathing for 10 minutes is not quite in her repertoire of skills at the moment. 

I have a deep seeded desire to teach my children everything I know, and for them to really know me, beyond just the lady who tells them to set the table and rubs their feet before bed.  Beyond just being mom, I want them to know me as a person.  I want to teach them how to clean and cook.  I want to teach them how to make things and, definitely, how to use a sewing machine and a miter saw.  I want to teach them how to be useful in their community, how to be a good friend, and how to be resourceful.  I want my children to see me forgiving others, and allowing them to forgive me.  I want them to know life can be simple and beautiful if they choose simplicity and beauty. 

Do you ever think about how separate our lives are from even those in our own household?  Chris is at college as I write this.  I have no idea who he is talking with, what his office looks like, or what he’s teaching today.  Kai and Ani are at school, somewhere, maybe the classroom, maybe the gym, perhaps they ran into each other in the hall earlier, but I have no idea.  A couple of evenings a week I leave to instruct yoga, and they have no idea what that means. 

Ani tried my class, and the participants loved her.  She saw what I do when I leave in the evening.  She sat in awe of the treadmills and big rubber balls.    She complained that I was the only one getting to “chatty-chatty-chat-chat” while everybody else just had to breathe.  Maybe she recognized me as a leader.   Maybe she recognized the freedom of being able to join mom at work, or not-work, because my kids don’t think I “work”.  That’s just fine with me.  It’s just another thing I want them to know about me. 

I don’t think there is a better gift to give our kids than everything we are, and all we know. 
 
Many Hugs & Happy Holidays.
A

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