For the last few nights, Jack has been leading the family through a wind-down yoga session as part of his bedtime routine. It's marginally relaxing. We usually do about seven or eight poses in approximately 2.5 minutes.
Let me tell you, this is one of the most adorable (and hysterical) things I think I have witnessed, and I'm not just saying that because I am heavily biased toward finding everything my son does to be super cute.
He always gives his poses really interesting names. Last night we experienced the Worrier pose.
"Do you mean the Warrior pose, Jack?"
"No. This is the Worrier pose. It looks like this!"
The Worrier pose involves standing with your knees together, feet apart and your hands on your genitals. I think I see where this pose gets its name. I get a little worried when Jack does this pose in public when there are no bathrooms in sight.
It's hilarious to watch as he strikes a pose. Then, not quite satisfied with it, he makes several rapid adjustments until we go from a standing pose to something that looks like the progeny of a duck mated to a frog.
He is quick to correct our technique. "And... the hand faces up. The hand faces up. Mommy! The hand faces..."
"Oh, sorry. Got it!"
Each pose has its own count as well. For example, the Worrier pose is held for eleven seconds, whereas Downward Goat is held for precisely one second. The seconds may ONLY be counted by the instructor (aka Jack). If anyone else begins to count with Jack, he must start again.
What Jack's yoga program lacks in... well, anything resembling yoga (I shouldn't say that - actually, some of his poses are very therapeutic), is more than made up for by the joy, the laughter and the connection with one another that we all get to experience.
Plus it warms our hearts to see Jack as a leader. He's so incredibly happy to be in charge of something. The bedtime routine seems to go so much more smoothly after our yoga sessions.
Thanks Jack! Namaste.