In yoga you hold poses until it becomes uncomfortable, balance your body weight on your arms, sit in a seat except there is no chair and hold it until your legs burn, do sit ups, and at the end of 75 minutes in a 98 degree room, you get to rest in Shavasana. Shavasana is said to be the most important pose of the entire class because it allows your body and mind to rest and reset after all your hard work. In Shavasana, you are supposed to clear your mind of all the craziness of your life and just BE.
I find the mental relaxation portion of Shavasana impossible. I cannot stop my mind from thinking of all the things I want to do or the people I need to talk to. It is so bad that one time I was in Shavasana and the yoga instructor told us to stop thinking of the things we need to do today. She told us to stop making grocery lists in our head. Well guess what I was doing at that exact moment? Making my grocery list in my head.
What I do most often in Shavasana is write blogs posts in my head. I come up with a topic and then I write a few paragraphs while I have a moment to rest. Some of my Shavasana blog posts are pretty good and I end up using them and some of them suck and I discard them into the trash bin of my brain.
While at the Yoga Journal Conference in San Francisco a few weekends ago, I came up with this blog post on packing lunches while in Shavasana. Random, I know.
My mom has been making lunches for more than 35 years. She still makes lunch for herself and my dad to this day. She made lunch for me and my sister from the elementary years through high school. Like most kids, I did not appreciate the love and hard work that went into that morning task. I expected it. I had my demands. Back then I would only eat a roast beef sandwich and shunned the turkey sandwich, while my sister did the opposite. I would trade the homemade fruit leather my mother dehydrated for me that week for a twinkie. I threw perfectly good food out when it didn’t please me.
Fast forward to today and I find myself making four custom designed lunches for my four custom designed kids at 7am each morning. It goes like this: Preston likes ham on a roll but no cheese. Ava likes cheese on a roll and ham when she is in the mood. Violet and Elsa would prefer peanut butter and jelly but Ava and Preston would not. Ava likes blueberry yogurt but everyone else wants vanilla. Violet loves bananas, Elsa and Preston love berries and Ava loves all fruits. Ava likes a bagel with strawberry cream cheese, Violet and Elsa will eat plain cream cheese on their bagel and Preston likes peanut butter. Nobody but Ava wants a plain old piece of cheese in their lunch, but a couple of them will have slices of salami.
This could go on for days. This is what I go through each morning trying to make lunches that:
A. the kids will eat
B. the kids will not throw in the trash can at school
C. the kids will not trade out for inferior products
It is a complicated business packing lunches for four kids with different tastes.
I can predict what the critics might say: why do you do it to yourself? Just pack them the same lunches and either they can eat it or starve!!
That’s bullshit. It is unreasonably important to me that A, B and C happen in my life, and I am not even a food obsessor. I do not give my children a choice at dinner; they eat what I serve them. At lunchtime I have no way of knowing if they are eating the lunch I packed them or trading their organic apple and carrot sauce for gummy bears, so I am willing to take an extra five minutes each morning to make sure they have good food that they will eat for lunch.
Only 14 more years and I am done packing lunches. Perhaps during the next Shavasana I can ponder whether the extra five minutes I spend custom packing lunches each day will have been worth my time in the end. Whether any of it even matters.
Until next time, the mothership is signing off.