NamastePosted: February 12, 2013
Last night, Mack drove down to have dinner with us. Normally, if she is over, her boyfriend joins us, but this time he chose not to. (He is a touch of a bit picky in what he eats, (mostly because his mom is reportedly not a very good cook, Mack says) and I think this was the reason. Mack picked the meal, so not my fault. I usually try to accommodate.)
To say I needed this time with my husband and girls, is an understatement of epic proportions. I needed the comic relief of Mack and Mea fighting, Mea showing off for her sister, and some time alone with my big girl. I cannot wait for August to come so that she can move back home from Yellow State City. I am not thrilled that she is stopping school with just her Associates Degree, but I will live. I will be ever so happy when she is back in our city. (She and the boyfriend plan on getting an apartment together here when her lease is up. He still lives at home with his Mom, and they are both saving like crazy.)
After dinner, Mea was doing her usual Mea Show. Being silly, dancing and prancing around, just goofing off. Then she centered herself in the middle of the room, to show us what she learned in gym yesterday.
She plopped herself down on the floor, sat “criss-cross apple sauce” and put her little hands together, bowed her head, and sighed a big, loud, “Namaste!”
They are doing yoga in gym! Now this would have been something that I could have done as a kid. Why on earth did they not teach yoga when I was in elementary school? Instead of being embarrassed by not being able to run fast, (asthma) not being able to do a stupid pull up (spaghetti arms), not being able to climb the stupid rope (spaghetti arms, again), not having enough coordination to do the “fun” things they tortured us with like tinikling, and square dancing, and gymnastics, these all meant that gym was an hour of pure hell for me as a kid.
Then she just got downright silly. Apparently, they watch a video in gym to lead them through their stretches and poses. My husband found the same video online, and she was in heaven. Downward dogging, butterfly winging, and shark flipping abounded. (I think they may have changed a few names of the poses for the kids.)
I do think I might need to buy her a yoga mat. The hardwood floors are not kind to ones back or belly when you are rolling around on the floor trying to get centered.
Again, thanks for putting up with my venting, anger, crying and sadness. I am taking each day as they come, some are better than others. The last two days were about the worst I have had in the last month of going through all of this. I never would have thought that any of this would happen. I think I had been in that little la-la land where I just assumed my parents were going to live forever. With my parents being 63 and almost 72, this probably was a little bit delusional of me, but until you are faced with a serious disease, or illness of this magnitude, I just don’t think there is anything that can prepare you for it. They have always been healthy, active, they eat right, and exercise. So thank you. Each and every one of you who reads, replies, tweets, or is sending me thoughts. I can’t tell you how much it means to me.