Go With the Flow

I visited a delightful yoga studio today.

So delightful that it made me wish I still had a baby so I could attend mom and baby yoga there. The wish of a woman so far removed from pregnancy and new motherhood that it only sounded slightly ridiculous as I voiced it.

I had grand dreams of doing yoga with baby. With my first pregnancy, I practiced prenatal yoga up to two weeks before delivery. How fun and rejuvenating it would be to practice postpartum.

It never happened.

Unpaid maternity leave was a practical reason, but the all-encompassing new job of mama was the overarching one. Get dressed? Leave the house? With an infant who could demand milk at any given moment? In public?!

During pregnancy number two, I didn’t even make the prenatal yoga studio. I bought a DVD set. I followed the safety guidelines at the start of the program to a T, watching the routine all the way through before practicing. That was as far as I ever made it. Usually by the end of Phase I, I would be half-asleep on the mat.

Pregnancy number three? Ha ha ha ha ha. I was lucky I could walk by the end of it – literally.

I did eventually try a postnatal DVD purchased at the same time as the prenatal one. The cover showed a picture of a radiant Shiva Rea holding her plump, beautiful baby. All the intro material showed the glowing yoginis cradling their babies while holding various poses. I looked forward to bonding with baby and regaining my strength. The flow itself was great; in fact, I still use it five years after my last to rebuild those still bent and broken places of my body. But the closest my baby got to the action was swinging beside me. There were no poses incorporating her, no touch, no bonding. It was yoga ‘while your baby sleeps or plays quietly beside you.’

There is a certain pang of regret in my solar plexus that I never got my mom and baby yoga fix. Again, not so much that I want to start that whole chain of events all over again, but enough to make my harpy hindsight crystal clear.

My advice to new mothers – don’t wait till you get your shit together to do something you really want to with baby. You never will.

Now before you bludgeon me with yoga bricks, let me explain exactly what I mean.

It took me five years after the birth of my third child to realize that all those imperfect moments for going to yoga, starting a new activity, walking to the park, visiting a relative – were all missed opportunities for fun with baby. Opportunities for me to save just a bit of my sanity. To bond with other moms in the same disheveled boat as me. To seize a fleeting moment in time.

Just when we mothers think we have our shit together, our kids shift into the next phase of development. We are in a constant cycle of up, down, back, forth – that if entered into with unrealistic expectations can leave us feeling as disconcerted as a set of sun salutations at the end of our yoga practice.

Just as there’s no right time to buy a house, switch jobs, or go back to school, there is no pinnacle of motherhood we must reach before we start living the lives we want with our babies. Such a pinnacle does not exist. Just as in yoga, we must accept our inner mother in its current state – and honor it.


7 thoughts on “Go With the Flow

    • Jennifer Butler Basile says:

      Good idea! Though every time I try to do it with them at home, it turns into a three-ring circus! I was so excited when a child yoga instructor came to a group to which I bring my preschooler. Even though she told the adults the class would look much different than one we might attend ourselves, I was bummed at the end when I wasn’t fully stretched or relaxed. Guess I need to work on accepting each moment as it is as well as my body! Or stop regretting missing mom/baby yoga and enjoy my solitary practice for the respite it is! 😉

      Thank you!

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  1. Well said. So many of us keep striving to reach this uncertain place that exists only in our heads – the perfect balance of motherhood and everything else in our lives – and in our constant reaching, we don’t even realize we’re missing out on experiencing life. My kids are grown now, with families of their own, and sometimes I wish I could tell them (and they would hear me) that what is happening right now – this instant – is precious, and can’t be recaptured. Whether baby yoga or story time every night, all those moments deserve our full attention, and our embrace. It’s the good stuff. 🙂


    • Jennifer Butler Basile says:

      Your description of the ‘constant reaching’ is scary in its accuracy. It’s all about being happy right now. Or at least present. And then, nearly everything would be good – except maybe labor pains 😉

      Thank you for your astute comments.


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