all around good night

Monday night was one of those nights that were simply good for the soul.

Short story:
I went to an awesome yoga class.
Mike and Rosa went on their daddy-daughter date.
Happiness ensued.

Random picture:
This particular picture has nothing to do with this post, but I know what the masses want...cute baby pictures! This is the social butterfly fluttering her wings.

Longer story:
On Monday nights there is a great yoga class that I'd been to once and had been wanting to go, only it's late on Monday nights. With Mike's encouragement, I went. This meant Mike and Rosa got a father-daughter date night, which he was very excited for. They apparently were so cute together that at the restaurant a couple walked over from across the room ...unsolicited, mind you!... and offered to take a picture of the two of them for prosperity.

Meanwhile, I was really enjoying my yoga class. The instructor has this very calming energy and combines challenges of the body and mind. During certain poses she reads quotes or poems. This night the readings centered around Attachment. I really appreciated having the time to reflect and be reminded to be mindful. There were two readings she did that stood out. I've posted them below for your enjoyment.

Attachment was a good theme for the evening because my reluctance to go to this class in the past was centered around my attachment to my family. So an added bonus to the night was realizing that in detaching myself, I was able to appreciate and enjoy my family even more. I was eager to go home, and my heart fluttered when Rosie was excited to see me. AND Mike and Rosa will get to do even more special bonding. So basically....win win!

Readings:

Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue, a wonderful living side by side can grow, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky.
Rainer Maria Rilke

Song for a Fifth Child
Mother, oh mother, come shake out your cloth!
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing and butter the bread,
Sew on a button and make up a bed.

Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking!
Oh, I’ve grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(Pat- a- cake, darling and peek, peekaboo).

The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
And out in the yard and there’s a hullabaloo
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren’t her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).

Oh, cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
But children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I’m rocking my baby. Babies don’t keep."

1958 Ruth Hulburt Hamilton