Bella sits quietly on the couch and watches me move. I try to focus on my breath, the technique, the proper placement of my body. This is unusual for her, as she normally likes to attempt the yoga moves or run around me.
Almost to the end, Savasana, I lay in peace as the Namaste DVD plays soothing music and encourages me to, “Let all your thoughts go, simply be.” As I relax, I suddenly feel a tiny presence by my head. Cracking open one eye, I see Bella peering at me.
“Ok Mommy?” she asks worried. I nod. “I’m fine honey, I’m almost done.”
Eyes closed. Deep breath. Try to move a little so she doesn’t think I died on the floor.
“Mommy? Mommy? Night night?”
“Bella,” I say without opening my eyes, “one sec. I’m ok.”
Poke. A finger sticks into my ear. “Mommy ear?” She gets super close. “Ear?”
The woman on the DVD whispers to let go. I really try. But that finger is still in my ear. I tilt away from her.
“Mommy nose? Baby nose.” I feel Bella studying my nose intently.
“Let all your worries wash away…”
Figuring this is a time to play, Bella hurls herself across me and squeals. I gently pull her off, saying, “That hurts Mommy.” Toddler translation: “This is a fun game that makes Mommy say ‘ow’ a lot.”
The voice on the DVD tells me to slowly rub my hands together, then pass them across my face. I do so as Bella watches in fascination, rubbing her hands together too.
“Wash hands? Wash? Wash face? Bubbles? Bathie?”
I nod and smile at her, still really trying to relax for just another moment. Maybe she’ll sit there for a second. All is quiet. I hear her squirm around.
Then I hear a noise. All to familiar.
Bella cracks up. “Bart? Bart? Baby bart?”
And thanks to my husband thinking teaching her to say “fart” is the funniest thing on the planet, my yoga session ends right then and there. The graceful women on the DVD with their quarter bouncing stomachs pull their hands to their hearts in a bow, while my child farts next to me and laughs.
But you know what? I wouldn’t trade that time in for the world. Or even a perfectly flat stomach.
I’m thankful she loves being with me.
Even if it’s just to poke and fart on.