Finding Yoga in Motherhood
My son Sol arrived on Mother’s Day. He came to us 9 days early. I was expecting him to come around this time as the full moon was the night before and I had a deep feeling that I would need to be ready by then. The day before he arrived I sat on th beach and let the tides rush over my body with my breathing. Later that night I did the same under the full moon. On Mother’s day Dusty and I went to plant my Mother in law’s vegetable garden(our gift to her). As I sat with my hands immersed in the soil I felt my contractions becoming stronger and more regular. By two thirty in the afternoon we headed to Ventura to go home and prepare to meet our midwife at the Birth Center. At this time I felt my mind subtly shifting into a different place. It was sort of like holding a tricky arm balance…all that focus and inner body collaboration…but with a lot more pain. We arrived at the Birth Center around 3PM..I was dilated to 2CM an hour later I was fully dilated and ready to push. The midwife asked if I could move to the tub..and I said No..but then instantly thought I needed to change my thought pattern..and kept repeating Yes I can. We moved to the tub and at 4:30PM after 5 pushes Sol arrived. He is our little Rocket. I am so amazed at how well my body and my son worked in conjunction to deliver so beautifully.
Now that Sol is 7 weeks old..I am finding myself deeply needing to return to my meditation and yoga. My time has been solely around my son, chores, and my husband. But I can’t ignore the deep resonating call within myself to find a quiet space and practice..to give back to myself.
My son is my new teacher…he has already given me many lessons on patience, love, and the art of being. He is such a wise little person. I wonder if we are born with more answers about living and contentment and as we live we lose some of that wisdom only to have to recover it later.
Namaste*
