My hubby called me this morning for a quick update. He put the phone on speaker and here is the conversation with Jman:
Me: Hi buddy!
Jman: Hi mom
Me: How are you?
Jman: Good! It is almost Monday!
(Dan in background) : you mean Saturday.
Jman: It is almost Saturday!
Me: Yeah, I know!! Are you going to have a good day today?
Jman: Yup! See you later mom!
Me: Ok, bye.
This normal phone conversation brought to you by over 3000 hours of therapy and one awesome kid.
You know what autism gives you? Perspective. On what is really important. No matter what the step, what the milestone, I appreciate every single one.
Yesterday I got an email congratulating me on my one-year anniversary of going to Heat Yoga. A year ago, my friend talked me and my large booty into going to a yoga class in a room that was 105 degrees F. I thought I might die. Seriously, I saw black spots, a white light, and I might have heard the call of angels. Or was it just a buzzing in my ears? Not sure. Based on that first experience, I cannot believe I kept going.
I counted back and over this past year I have gone to Heat Yoga 46 times, with the last 13 times just in month of September. I stopped for several months because I ended up in the ER post-class with a migraine (my own fault) and got a wee bit skittish. But the benefits has been so awesome that I have turned into a yogi. My hips, which have hurt since Jman was born, have gotten 100% better. I am stronger, both mentally and physically. I am both humble and proud. Humble, because 9 times out of 10 I can barely stand on one foot as I grow my "tree". Meanwhile, the skinny b*tches around me can apparently put their foot in their crotch with arms outstretched to the heavens.
Proud, because I am standing on one foot doing "tree" in a 105 degree room carrying an extra 50 lbs around (let's see some of those skinny b*tches do their tree with a 50 lbs sack potatoes strapped to their torso!).
Not that I am bitter about the skinny b*tches. Really, I am not. No, really. Okay, well, maybe a little. But I am working on it. We are all, after all, on our own yoga journey, and there is no judgement in the room. Or if there is, I just have to chalk it up to making everyone else feel better about themselves. All I have to do is set my intention at the beginning of class (99% of the time it is "To Survive") and do my best. Because whether people believe I belong there or not, this yogi is staying.