Summer classes


I recently took yoga classes for a bunch of kids at a playschool. This was a new experience for me – teaching yoga to kids. However, I was in for a pleasant shock on my first day at the playschool.
My classes were on alternate days for a month. The kids were of an assorted age group. The youngest was three-and-a-half, and the oldest was ten. I must have been a sight to see there, trying to make them stand still for even a minute! It was like trying to collect a brood of chicken into an open basket – by the time you got one into the basket, two others got out!
“Ma’am, I’m hurt!” (The kid wants to play outside)
“Ma’am, my stomach aches!” (The previous class was an experiment with ‘food’ and ice-creams!)
“Ma’am, I want to go to the wash room” (the same kid, every five minutes)
“Ma’am … look, I’m wounded!” (Shows the ‘wound’ – a fading mehandi design on the foot!)
I stood there a la Hamlet, in my typical Libran dilemma – to be or not to be. Strict with them, I mean. Then I thought, these were kids trying to ‘enjoy’ their summer vacations, while the parents were at work. How could I be strict with them? But on the other hand, I was there to teach them. It wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t!
Finally, I decided. I cannot change them. I had to be the change. I started asking them about animals, and taught them some breathing exercises like rabbit breathing, dog breathing, and tiger breathing. I spoke about a park and showed them the vrikshasana and the butterfly asana. And the month flew by.
On the last day of the class, there was a get-together where the kids enacted a play, and the parents came to watch. I was not there. They were asked a question – which was the class they liked the most? And do you believe they said ‘yoga class’?

Author: kavs17

Hello and thanks for visiting! I am Kavitha... A multifaceted mix of crazy, happy, loving, inspiring, wicked, and maddening, just like the next person, only with varying degrees! Though a copy editor and language trainer by profession, I sometimes feel like an octopus for having my nose (or should I say hands) in too many things. Reading is a favourite hobby… even the piece of newspaper that a roadside vendor hands out, wrapping a handful of peanuts. I can lose myself in a good book any day. I am a fan of yoga, and zentangle, and occasionally dabble in painting. Singing is a passion I’d love to take up seriously someday. I also love the go-green mantra, and try to 'save the world' in my own little way. Or so I'd like to think. I am new to the blogging world, and write as an outlet for putting pen to paper… Please feel free to share your thoughts and feedback.

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