(Washington Post, November 2019)
The first few years of parenthood, “falling back” felt like a cruel joke. I commiserated, red-eyed, with comrades whose children also rose perkily with the dawn while the rest of the world luxuriated in an extra hour of sleep. When other parents would tell me their little angels slept until 8:30 a.m. the morning our clocks fell back, I seethed, invisible smoke steaming out of my ears.
But this year, something has changed. Not in his waking time, but in me and my attempt to find a way to live with it.
I’ve been a yoga teacher for a decade and practiced Buddhist meditation and vinyasa yoga for 20 years. Sure, after all those sweaty hours in the studio, my body is strong and flexible, and that’s nice. But in potentially frustrating day-to-day moments like this — exhausted and resentful as I roll over to see the clock flashing 4:45 a.m. — yoga and meditation have taught me several immeasurable lessons.[button link=”https://www.washingtonpost.com/lifestyle/2019/11/20/what-yoga-taught-me-about-parenting-young-ones-through-dark-early-mornings/” color=”#AAAAAA” size=”2″ style=”1″ dark=”1″ radius=”auto” target=”self”]Read More[/button]