My daughter’s junior kindergarten report card was amazing. Her teachers outlined every area of learning they’d covered, citing specific activities and how my daughter had performed, engaged and internalized each of them. At the end, it said that when she went back to school after summer vacation, she would be in senior kindergarten.
I couldn’t have been prouder.
Now that she’s going back, I feel a need to confess to my back to school short-comings. I have to admit, I didn’t do much to keep up with her progress over summer vacation. In fact, when my daughter does go back to school, she’ll only be a teeny-tiny bit further along then when she left. So, in the interest of being an honest mom to myself and to you, here are a few areas where I totally slacked off on my daughters learning.
As much as I know about 49,XXXXY Syndrome as a parent, I find I’m learning new things all the time. Baby G’s chromosomal abnormality and the struggles that come with it have melded completely into our little family, making us more prepared for anything unexpected that comes our way.
It takes a special kind of person to be an Olympian. Strength, speed, stamina; these are all qualities I can see in the athletes competing at the 2016 Rio Olympics this summer, and it occurred to me that those same qualities could be, and damn-well should be attributed to all us epic parenting-greats. Think about it. How heavy is all that kid-gear we’ve been carrying around? How many munchkin meltdowns has our sanity endured and survived?? How thin has our patience been stretched??? I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; parenting should be an Olympic sport. Now how would one make the Parenting Olympic Team? Here are just a few qualities every Parent-Lympian must have:
We’ve all experienced the mom-guilt at one point or another. It rears it’s butt-ugly face in different situations for each of us, and it can suck the life right out of you, leaving you feeling totally alone and utterly defeated. And the mother inside tells you it will all be okay, to take a few deep breaths, and that things will be better in the morning. But right there, in the moment, there’s nothing anyone can say to make the mom guilt go away.
Can you imagine anything more satisfying? Ok, I admit that I’m far from an accomplished yogi. I mean, I’m lucky if I can hold tree pose without “TIMBERRRR-ing” over. But I do like to think I am an accomplished wine drinker. *wink*
But the whole point of yoga is that it’s a practice, right? And like many moms, put the word practice in there, and I feel a shit-ton of “perfection” pressure taken off. Yoga is also about bringing balance to your body, mind and spirit; taking time to find what feels good as you move through the poses, staying present and centered while detoxifying and rejuvenating yourself.
And in the spirit of balance, why not add a bit of re-toxification in there too? As a mom, this sounded like a dream come true. Sign me up!