I had a bit of de ja vu then when I sat down to write this post today- that brief moment of "ugh, why did I commit to writing every day? And who really cares what I am grateful for anyway?" right before the fingers hit the keys and the words fall out and I am reminded that "Oh, yes. THAT is why. I care."
Day four: March 8th, 2014
Bright and early this morning as I was getting ready for yoga, the girls tumbled into the sanctuary of my bathroom as they always do, before I was fully dressed. "Eww, Mommy!" they squeal, "your body!"
NO! I tell them, with all the passion one can muster before their second cup of coffee. No. There is nothing eww about this body. Or ANY body. Do you know what this body has done? Do you know that I have grown you girls, and your brothers? That I fed you from my breasts and held you in my arms and wiped your tears with these hands that are starting to show their age? This body is shortly going to venture yet again onto my yoga mat and fold and bend and twist and lengthen and breathe and be celebrated and nurtured and loved as it deserves to be. Our bodies, I say to my daughters and my yoga students and anyone else with the fortitude to keep caring what I have to say every day for 40 days, OUR BODIES ARE AMAZING. And maybe there is room in this body for the excesses of a Friday night and the celebration of a Saturday morning and all the places in between.
And so this morning, in a bathroom and again in a studio in front of a wall of mirrors that just a few short years ago (when this body was, ironically, thinner and less wrinkled) would have filled me with insecurity, I am grateful for this body.
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