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“Inhale…Exhale. Inhale…Exhale.”

The voice of my yoga instructor reverberated off the walls of the studio, as I lay in Shavasana. The sound was a calming force, and I let my limbs relax into a supine langour.

Time has always been a driving force in my life. I was the one who reached college half an hour early every morning. At weddings, I was in attendance before the couple made their entrance. At events, I invariably made sure I was in the first three rows.

Tapping my foot impatiently, waiting for other people? That was me, every day.

All of that punctuality and obsession took a seat on the farthest back burner, much to my horror, a little over seven years ago.

The reason was a tiny, talkative bundle of exuberance called Gy. With her arrival, everything changed. I was excited, thrilled, sleep -deprived, frantic with worry when she fell ill and grateful beyond words when she smiled.

And, oh, I lost my track record of being on time.

Now, it was always a mad rush out the door, when we left for a wedding. Followed by three trips back into the house, since I would have forgotten her diapers or her teether or a warm jacket.

I was the one walking into an event and seeing those foot-tapping people, waiting for me!

As she grew up, I consoled myself that things would improve. She was my daughter, right?  She would value time. She would be punctual. She would be the first one to jump out of bed in the morning. It’s in the genes, I reasoned.

Sigh, you know where this is going.

Gy is the child who will stop and stare at a frog on the sidewalk, because it looked ‘tired’.

She delights in rushing to the front of the line at the bus stop, only to give up her place to go and stand with her close friend who arrives ten minutes later, right at the back of the line.

As we walked briskly to her dance class this evening, she stopped short, asked me to walk ahead and knelt by a bush. After a minute, I looked for her, while anxiously glancing at my watch.

She ran towards me, breathless and happy and asked me to open my hand. In it, she placed this.

Looking at the sheer beauty of the flower, I beamed and hugged her. My step slowed and I took her hand in mine.

The voice of the instructor was echoing in my head.

Learning to slow down and breathe is so important, not because it’s necessary, but because it’s relaxing.

Because it’s beautiful.

Because it’s worth doing.

Because the time is now and being in the present is the best thing possible.

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Linking up with ABC Wednesday

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Categories: Life LessonsParenting

Priya Mani · January 21, 2014 at 6:32 pm

Crisp and sweet! Love how Gy keeps you rooted in the Moment :))

Shailaja V · January 21, 2014 at 6:38 pm

That she does, Priya 🙂 Thanks for stopping by! Have missed you 🙂

photowannabe · January 21, 2014 at 6:48 pm

Delightful post for the letter B.
Slowing down and just breathing in the day is a great prescription for happiness.

Kate · January 21, 2014 at 6:48 pm

I, too, am learning how to slow down; when stressed I merely repeat, BREATHE, KATHERINE, BREATHE! Thanks for the reminder! Kate, ABC Team

Leslie: · January 21, 2014 at 7:17 pm

You sound just like me…having been a teacher all my life, everything was time-related. Opening exercises at 9 am, penmanship at 9:05, open your Math books at 9:15, etc. etc. Now I have to purposely NOT look at my watch and force myself to take in the moment. It's hard!

Leslie
abcw team

Roger Owen Green · January 22, 2014 at 3:36 am

You are BEING very present!
ROG, ABC Wednesday team

Aparna · January 22, 2014 at 3:48 am

Lovely take for the letter B :).. and coming from a family with a super-punctual dad, I can so relate to this! Kids always show us the best way of looking at the world 🙂

Shailaja V · January 22, 2014 at 4:04 am

Thank you Aparna 🙂 As much as I want to completely get out of the time rut ,it's very challenging. Gy helps remind me of it ever so often.

Shailaja V · January 22, 2014 at 4:06 am

Thank you Roger! My first time at ABC Wednesday and I'm loving it!

Shailaja V · January 22, 2014 at 4:15 am

I was a teacher too, Leslie! It probably fed my habit more:)

Shailaja V · January 22, 2014 at 4:21 am

You're welcome! Rather, I should thank my daughter 🙂

Shailaja V · January 22, 2014 at 4:22 am

Thank you! So glad you like it 🙂

tulika singh · January 22, 2014 at 6:53 am

Oh what a lesson this is. I was you too. Slowing down is so much fun sometimes. There's this lovely poem by William Henry Davies..

What is this life if full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare..

Do check it out if you have time.

Vidya Lohith · January 22, 2014 at 1:02 pm

Kids are the best teacher's for us adults 🙂

Stacie Dalrymple · January 22, 2014 at 2:10 pm

It's always worth stopping and smelling the roses!

cynk · January 22, 2014 at 2:41 pm

I used to be hyper-punctual, but motherhood changed all that for me, too. Part of it is being tired and having more stuff, part of it is my son's personality. He doesn't like to be rushed, and he loves to stop and look at things like Gy.

Kalpana Solsi · January 22, 2014 at 5:21 pm

Breathing is not just inhaling and exhaling air but living , pausing and enjoying each moment of life as you do with little Gy.

Priya Mani · January 22, 2014 at 7:19 pm

Awww :)) Not any more, akka. Am gonna stalk you!!

SamuraiFrog · January 22, 2014 at 7:45 pm

“Because the time is now and being in the present is the best thing possible.”

Thank you for this lovely post. I've been dealing with anxiety for so long, and this is one of the things I've got to keep in mind. I love the way you've summed it up so simply; that one sentence says so much. I've written that down and taped it to the wall.

Carver · January 22, 2014 at 9:58 pm

Great post. Breathing is so important in so many way.

lisa · January 22, 2014 at 10:07 pm

Leave it to a child to teach us what is truly important in life. They have a way of forcing us to slow down and really be aware and present, don't they!?

Susan Moore · January 22, 2014 at 11:15 pm

This post makes me smile, kids are a great example to adults, being present is best 🙂

Joy · January 23, 2014 at 12:24 am

Beautiful post, your daughter sounds a delight.
Welcome to ABC Wednesday
Joy – ABC Team

Nabanita · January 23, 2014 at 2:58 am

Ohh that is so sweet! yes slowing down helps in more cases than one!

Shailaja V · January 23, 2014 at 4:55 pm

It's one of the best poems I've read. Loved it even back in college.

Shailaja V · January 23, 2014 at 4:57 pm

Have to agree with you 🙂

Shailaja V · January 23, 2014 at 4:58 pm

Yes and we need to be reminded of it ever so often.

Shailaja V · January 23, 2014 at 4:59 pm

Absolutely. The slowing down happened only recently, i would say .

Shailaja V · January 23, 2014 at 5:00 pm

Yes, Kalpana 🙂 Glad you agree. Thanks for stopping by!

Shailaja V · January 23, 2014 at 5:00 pm

Your comment made my day! Am sharing it on my facebook page 🙂

Shailaja V · January 23, 2014 at 5:01 pm

Thank you Carver 🙂

Shailaja V · January 23, 2014 at 5:01 pm

And that's the enduring beauty of childhood… thanks for reading!

Shailaja V · January 23, 2014 at 5:02 pm

Thank you 🙂

Shailaja V · January 23, 2014 at 5:02 pm

Thank you Joy! So excited to be here!

Shailaja V · January 23, 2014 at 5:03 pm

It does, doesn't it?

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