On Wednesdays at The Dog we have a yoga class for little kids, and then a Tween class for the bigger kids. Normally, my Kieran and Lisa’s son (BFF of frantic proportions) take the little kids class and goof off and derail the little ones, then retreat into the babysitting room to engage in the plug-in-drug of choice: their DS’s.
Lisa and I teamed up and played bad cop, telling the boys they weren’t allowed to play DS and that they needed to be in the big kids class. It was awesome! My little kids class was SO much better behaved. There was even a little two year old in there who was SO good. In the Tween class, the two boys hung tough flinging their bodies awkwardly in space, landing with a bump and grunting a lot. They put in so much effort and didn’t know when to stop so I’m afriad they’ll hurt themselves! They were pretty good and matured more as the class went on. All of the kids laid down for a full 5 minute savasana and took it very seriously. I consider that a success. Seriously, 8 kids resting peacefully of their own free will and choice for 5 minutes?
During class the boys were complaining that it “hurt”. I was trying to explain that stretching is supposed to create sensation and that it’s not all a bad thing. Kieran said, “Yea! My PE teacher at school said when you want to stop, that’s your brain telling you to stop. Your body wants to keep moving.”
Go public school!
