The house has been full of the sounds of Namaste lately. We’ve been doing yoga with the kids, which is pretty much like anything else with children; slow going, two steps forward and one step back, frustrations flair then enlightenment. Well, almost.
At the end of each session of downward facing dogs and sun salutations, we fold our hands in prayer and say Namaste. My two-year-old loves yoga. He lasts through a 20 minute session with relative ease. He likes to be included, so he chimes in with his own version; Mamaste. We all smile. Enlightenment for sure.