Scallywag

The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to cheer somebody else up.

~ Mark Twain ~

Do Kids Do Yoga?

October 18th, 2011 ~ Est. reading time: 1 min, 42 secs

Kids can fit anywhere

It’s a fascinating thing. Not just how they do it, but why?

I wonder about the way kids achieve these kind of minor miracles of movement.

But then, kids are amazing. The more you observe them the more remarkable they seem. Think about the way they move and you soon realize kids are not like us.

Children can do things with their body only a trained contortionist would dream of. Like hiding under a low slung bed. Of even wedging between two flat mattresses.  Kids are like that.

Bookshelves, baskets, and built in robes are all fair game for hiding inside. At least, kids think so. I don’t get the urge to hide under the sink much. Well not since I was a kid.

So what drives a child to inch their way into the smallest of spaces and squash themselves into claustrophobia-inducing cavities? Why do they feel the urge to slip your hand and cunningly enfold themselves under chairs, within vending machines, or squeeze compacted inside litter bins? It’s as frightening as it is funny.

But kids love little spaces, don’t they? They feel cosy and friendly from their knee height point of view. Why lie on a giant’s bed under a stadium ceiling when there’s a little nook to nestle into? A tucked away place where you can feel your heart beating as your chest rises in time. Where you can safely sense your breath loud in your ears as a friendly, comforting sound.

Call it a kind of kids’ yoga. The ability to exhale, pull your knees up to your chin and wedge yourself into a tiny place between cereal packets is unique to kids after all. We may have the technology, but kids have the flexibility.

You and I may find ourselves unintentionally groaning to stoop down to some floor-bound flotsam. But kids can casually wriggle and roll their way under couch and cushion. Then, leaping effortlessly, they slide over carpet and coir mat to find the same debris. When they do, kids easily jump upright, positively gleeful. For the flotsam you and I meant to retrieve just happens to be one of their long lost treasures now rediscovered.

That’s what I mean about the yoga of young kids. Happily living in the moment,  their small body flexes and stretches wherever they will. That’s kids’ natural condition: focused, joyful, and relaxed.

What’s the smallest spot you’ve seen kids squeeze into?

 

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