Finding time to practice yoga with a 2 month old baby is hard enough. Add in the facts that there are VERY few options in a small town, and I am not willing to leave my baby with anyone other than my husband, yet… There’s very little asana these days.
Yoga also looks very different for a lot of reasons: a baby on or beside my mat, figuring out this postpartum body, not always in clothes that fit, and practicing for a much shorter time frame.
With all the “obstacles,” yoga practice is still a priority. My postpartum body needs deep breathing, so much stretching I cannot put it into words, quiet time getting to know my softness, and sweating. I do what I can, when I can.
When I do make it to my yoga mat, I have found myself almost lost. My hamstrings are insanely tense, my hips are tight, a lot of flexibility has diminished, my core strength is gone, and I don’t know where to begin my work. I’m allowing myself to ease back into a practice, especially with this new body. It is as if I’m a complete beginner!
Beginning again is hard as hell. And a little wonderful. I am taken back to a time when I wasn’t obsessed with advanced postures and vinyasa after vinyasa. As a teacher, this allows me to be more intuitive in how bodies move and what my students need. I am able to give more detailed instruction and be more patient.
My personal practice will become more dynamic in a timely manner, but maybe this is an opportunity to focus more on my teaching techniques. Hopefully, this postpartum body and practice will allow me to be a better, more accommodating teacher for my students.