Yesterday I started a new yoga session with kids, ages 3-6. I had been preparing all month – reading books on how to incorporate yoga poses into games, new poses with sound effects and other ways to keep my young clients’ attention. As I’ve mentioned, I’m the proud mom to a 20 lb. furry girl - no human kids – so this was unknown territory for me.
When our 45 minutes for class arrived, it actually went pretty smoothly…Tree Pose and Happy Baby were big hits. As we were working on Cradle the Baby, a seated hip opener, and discussing how sometimes babies need to be cradled & soothed if they’re crying, one 3 year old participant remarked that his baby was made of butter. I’m not sure what that means exactly, but the comment brought smiles all around, and extended to my later class when I recounted the story.
To be a kid – just enjoying the moment. Moving, playing, using your imagination – not at all concerned about what you’re going to make for dinner later, or whether the person on the mat next to you has better form, legs, arms (you fill in the blank). I look forward to learning lots from my young, but wise clients.
I left the class feeling like I had a good cardio workout (who needs a treadmill with kids yoga?). I spent the rest of the day feeling refreshed, energized and inspired to approach my other classes, as well as my day with a little more wonder, a little more fun.

