Side by side on our mats;
My careful eye watching in the mirror to make sure she’s following the flow.
My mom used to drill flashcards to make sure I learned how to spell;
We were shopping buddies––we love a fancy department store––and indulge in a bag of soft, salty pretzels after a delicious day of overspending;
She has been to every show I’ve every performed in, directed, or choreographed;
We’ve traveled together, laughed together, disagree about politics;
But nothing will ever compare to the memory I’ll have of my mom in crow pose!
I was so proud that my mom stepped out of her comfort zone to explore the world of breath, mediation, and presence.
Yoga with mom was magical!
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