Growing up, I had a friend who's mother had a very serious meditation and yoga practice. I remember the lingering smell of incense always hanging in the air and her meditation alter with tattered pictures of her teachers, dried flowers and other exotic knick knacks neatly tucked away in the corner of their sun room. I knew my friend's childhood was dusted with the presence of her mother's spiritual practice. .
Fast forward many years, and I am now the yoga teacher and mother with a very limited home practice and an almost nonexistent meditation practice. We do have flowers, yoga props and some Hindu deities I picked up while I was traveling through India oddly placed around our house. However, my children are likely not going to associate my profession deeply into the fabric of their childhood. .
Strangely, that bothered me at one point. Then I stopped and looked around to what they were going to remember and it's influence it may have on them. Way before I was a yoga teacher, I was a performer- singing and dancing and loving show tunes since I was about 8 years old. Our lives are filled with music and song. There is rarely a car ride that we are not singing along to some Disney soundtrack or a time when Pandora is not playing from my Broadway Radio channel and I am belting out a tune while preparing dinner. My children are inheriting my authentic self, not the romanticized version of who I think I should be. By being truly me, they will have their own unique memories of a corky love of music, theater and dance and what ever other crazy traits I embody. .
Who are you and how will that play a role in your child(ren's) lives .
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