Today is the last day of school before the break. Baby boy had to isolate for 10 days due to cold symptoms which means mama's gotta stay home. Since I've been away from my students all week, I decided to do a quick google meet with them during snack time. I'm glad I did because after the break we may be under a full lockdown again. Likely, if last spring is any indication, I won't see many of my students faces again. Not for a while, anyway.
I got in two short 10 minute yoga sessions today. One in the morning for sore and tight muscles and one at night to de-stress. Baby boy joined me for the last one (he barely allowed me to do the first one 🙄), so we didn’t have to do his toddler yoga routine with Moovlee Monkey. I’m thinking we might have to start taking turns.
Lately, baby boy and I have added a four minute yoga session by Moovlee Monkey to his bedtime routine. Sometimes I’m the only one doing it, but I’m not complaining. More often than not, it’s the only movement my body does for the day, and it feels so good. It’s amazing what goodness can be packed into four minutes.
If there’s one thing this pandemic has given us (me), it’s time....time to think, reflect, learn and maybe even grow if paying attention.
Today is my sisters birthday and for the first time since the move I really felt the distance. Baby boy has a runny nose, a lil cough and is sneezing like crazy. Unless he gets a Covid test, he has to isolate for 10 days before returning to daycare.
It feels like ages since I’ve walked or run, and I miss it dearly (cold country problems). But I find comfort in knowing that I can reflect on July fondly as the start of healthy habits (even if short-lived). I started walking daily for at least 30 minutes for 21 days. While walking I listened to the GirlTrek podcast, Black History Boot Camp: walking meditation.
The statement “2020 was rough.” is an understatement, but it’s the truth. There were times during the year, often social media induced where I felt like I couldn’t think. I didn’t know what to think. I felt a lot, but didn’t know what to do with my feelings. My senses were hyper-aware of everything, so much so I couldn’t process any of it.
I’ve thought a lot about angels this year. Specifically, I’ve wondered who my angels are. So, while reading Writing Down the Bones: Freeing the Writer Within, the first physical book I’ve picked up to read (children’s books excluded) in almost a year I was quite enthralled when Goldberg asks “Who are your angels?”
On this 26th last day of 2020 I am grateful for deep belly laughter with my granny. She isn’t intentionally funny, but it’s rare that I’m around her and don’t laugh. This year gave us more opportunities for laughter together and for that I am thankful. Who (or what) makes you laugh? @12raisins 🍇✨
My little guy has been excited to put up our Christmas tree for at least two weeks now. I couldn’t commit though, not until I’d put away all my shoes. If it weren’t for him they’d probably still be there. His excitement is tangible and it looks like he has lights twinkling in his eyes despite the tree still being in its box. It’s those simple moments of joy, through my little guys eyes that got me through the roller coaster of emotions that has been 2020.