04/17/2026
Gardening at this week, I found myself grieving—grieving how little control I truly have over what my children will experience in this life. The hard days, the heartbreaks, the unknowns.
So I put my energy into the soil instead. I pulled weeds, flipped the soil, nourished it and breathed all the while. This was my nervous system finding its way back to safe. My version of parent tadasana—rooted, even when I feel shaky.
Parenting isn’t about control. It’s about showing up, regulating, and letting go. Again and again.
Yoga teaches us the same thing. We can’t shape the world for our little ones, but we can tend to our own ground. So when the anxiety rises, I come back to this: my breath, the dirt under my nails, and the quiet trust that growth happens in its own time.
Sending love to every parent who’s ever held hope and fear in the same heart. 💛
