… you’re both thrilled and bummed when your toddler drinks half of your $10 organic, cold pressed green juice

… you calculate the cost of class fee and a babysitter, you pay $50+ to attend a single yoga class, but you need an hour to yourself so much it’s worth every penny

… all your yoga selfies get photo bombed by your kids (and those are the photos you love the best)

… sometimes you sing your child to sleep in Sanskrit

… you often wonder if the stink-proof fabrics they make yoga clothing out of will keep your yoga pants smelling fresh even they’ve been spit up on (or worse)

… when your baby started to crawl you lined your floor with your cushiest yoga mats

… your Savasana time resembles human trampolining—you acting as the human the trampoline, of course

… your idea of multi-tasking now looks like having “quality time” with your kids during your “home practice”

… when your child sees you get upset, she often tells you to, “take a big, deep breath to calm down” (Where on earth did she learn that?)

… while you want your little ones will grow up to be independent, do their own thing, and find their own passions, you also secretly hope they follow in your footsteps and take up yoga so they can reap all the benefits you have (you never were very good at keeping secrets…)

This post was adapted from the original, published at GatherYoga.com/grow