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Kids in Mysore

Hi folks,

I’m sure those of you at home who are doing the math have put together that Einar and Aurora have arrived in Mysore. So yes, I have gone from missing them both like crazy (especially the second week) to full on transitioning a small child to being back in Mysore. It has been QUITE the transition.

In truth it’s all good, but there were and are some sleepless nights in store. The first night, well, it was nothing unexpected, but here’s a photo from five am at the Bangalore hotel the morning after their arrival:

Aurora went down around 700 am that day, only slept a few hours, then slept 6-1100 pm that night and 5-800 am. Thankfully Einar and I are both here so we can all sleep in shifts. After the first two nights we started attempting to keep her awake in the afternoon, which is really sad/comical to watch, but effective, we now have her sleeping at least from seven to 330 am and now taking a 1030 am nap. Since those are roughly my own hours in Mysore I can’t complain. And I know from experience, we will get there, it just takes a little time.

Needless to say, some days on the mat are better than others. And it does call to bear, both on the mat, and having a child here in Mysore, some better perspectives are there.  I am grateful to say my practice is good, very good, and I feel less like passing out during back bends each day. 🙂 You get stronger. And with Aurora here now, there’s just a certain mellowing, a certain other focus, I am happy just to do what I have and work on being a good mom to my daughter. I don’t have time or inclination to go to Bylakuppe and see Tamchos the monk, but maybe he will visit here and stay with us. And I am more willing to go to the fancy pool at the Southern Star Hotel,  not every day, but at least once a week. To give you some idea of the hotel, the other day sitting by the pool Aurora looks over at me and says, “Mommy, are we still in India?”

There was a time here when as students we couldn’t get much in the way of Western anything, and when it get’s really really hot, and you’ve had nothing but Indian food for 2 months, you are incredibly willing to walk in that hotel and pay whatever they want you to pay to spend some time in that pool and wear less clothing in the heat. Now with the spread of luxury we have in Gokulum, it is something that  is less necessary. But with a kid, again the perspective is there. There is a lot of stimulation going on here, and a lot of change, so if I can make her life a little more the same as it would usually be, I’m going to do it.

She also said after that trip to the pool and the chance to play with the other Western kids collected there, “Mommy, I wasn’t sure if India would be fun, but today I decided to have fun here.”

Funny how being in India with a kid does bring out something in sharp relief, something I had been thinking on already in my time so far in Mysore.

Someone here in Mysore, someone who has been here many times, said to me last week, India is a place where it’s easy to open your heart, and safe to keep it open. I find that being here with Aurora, this comes into focus with an even sharper contrast. People see Aurora, and smile, their eyes light up; they really love kids, and delight in their presence. It brings home the heart that’s alive and well in Mysore. People go through things that we couldn’t imagine, believe, and yet they still have such a smile on their face and space in their heart to be kind. To be fair, this is not everywhere, and in every moment and every person. But it is here, and alive and well, and certainly contagious.

Breakfast at Vivian’s (for Ross)
Tuesday we had breakfast with Ross’s friend Ganesh and his wife IIlee and their son, and probably will go with them and Mei and her son to the Zoo on Thursday. I am again doing things, based not on what I would do as a person who has been in Mysore five times already.  But I am leading with my heart and taking care of my kid. And I believe a window is opened in Mysore that I never would have seen had I not brought my child here. Something about seeing how they feel, the affection that is there for children, the softening of the sternest face when confronted with a child.

Yesterday after a visit to get Einar sandals downtown Aurora didn’t last for the pool, she fell asleep nestled between us in the richshaw and we brought her home.When they are nestled in your arms, sleeping, every single time it becomes worth it, 100 times, and again worth it, every sleepless moment, every change of direction. It already has been, but being in the heart of India just brings it home.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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