mommy and me (and me)
Cameron had just finished kindergarten, and while most of his peers were signing up for summer camp, his dream for the perfect summer was to stay home and get to know his baby brothe, Jackson. Mindful that Cameron and I had been "Mommy and Me" for 5 1/2 years, I was eager to give matching attention and maintain balance in our family. So I did what any equally self-sacrificing, over-protective mother would do to avoid sprouting seeds of sibling resentment—I stayed away from Mommy and Baby yoga class.
It wasn't long before Cameron caught on and wondered why we weren't going to yoga—all 3 of us! He said, "Mommy, just ask your teacher if I can come. It's no big deal." Having never seen any older siblings in class, I figured the answer was obvious. so I never asked the question. But when teacher Kari Marble learned why we had been M.I.A., she quickly invited Cameron to join class. "As long as he's respectful of the other mamas and babies, I'm willing to give it a try."
Cameron decided that he should bring a "baby" to class, so he could have someone to practice yoga with. Glades, his prized alligator, was an easy choice. He set up his mat with a blanket in front for his "baby" and introduced himself and his alligator to everyone, "I'm Cameron, and this is Glades. He's 1 1/2 years-old." Cameron charmed and impressed us all with his confidence and grace as he eased himself into pose after pose.
At one point during class, Jackson was getting fussy, so I turned him to a left diagonal to give him a slightly different view of the ceiling. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Glades was now the same new angle as Jackson. Cameron was leading Glades by following me.
And there we were: mommy and me, and me (and Glades).