My son came home from school today with a project he had to do at school. He had to write about a subject and give a presentation on it. They each had to pick a subject that was a bit strange and would take a lot of research on the internet to learn about. These subjects were then drawn out and you got whatever someone else had selected for you. My son said he had put down bicycle seats but he had drawn out yoga mats. What a subject to have to write about.
He spent some time reading about them on the internet. He told me and his dad that there were more yoga mats than you could ever imagine and there were a host of different colors, materials, sizes and thicknesses and that they even had biodegradable ones and eco-friendly ones. His dad and I were overwhelmed by the information and wondered how teachers could spend their time listening to presentations that were hardly exciting.
He wrote quite a lot for his project and that was after he had dragged me down to the mall to look at some actual yoga mats. He asked me why I did not take up yoga as it seemed very interesting. I promised I would look at the idea and he was happy with that. He finished his project and said that he thought he had done very well that the class had been very interested in his yoga mats and that his subject about bicycle seats had been very badly presented.
I never did take up yoga and he hardly mentioned it again afterwards. I do not have the time to sit around meditating as my family demands so much of me but I do sit at my kitchen table sometimes and wonder about the many roles of a mom and whether making time to meditate may be nice.