Mom and Mi #2: The Life of a Firefly


Every week in Yo Re Mi, the kids get to take a “trip” somewhere special. Last week, we ventured to France and this week, we went camping. The kids bent themselves into “tent” poses, turned their arms into the flames of a campfire (complete with trance music thumping a beat and the kids chanting), and most exciting of all, performed a “firefly dance.”

One of the greatest things about parenting for me has been getting the chance to re-enter that magical kid-world: the one where monsters and fairies seem real, and the fact that the earth tilts and rotates on its axis creating our days and nights seems just as fantastical. In Yo Re Mi, that world is a celebrated.  To turn our yoga studio into a world of fireflies, Rachel and Dan gave every kid a tiny LED flashlight they could flash on and off. They darkened the room, turned on a waltz, and the kids went at it: dancing around the room, flashing their lights here and there. We were fireflies.

Later that night, my older daughter recalled chasing fireflies on July 4th (next year, she promised, she’ll get up the nerve to actually catch one).  We made plans for a “real” camping trip for the spring although, I suspect, she’ll be showing off her firefly moves all week. Even real camping, can’t beat a good firefly dance. - Amanda Beresford, parent

Mom and Mi #1: Home...Ommmmmm


This afternoon, I took my two girls (ages 4 and 2) to their very first yoga & music class with Rachel and Dan. Since my little one is on the small side, I got to stay and practice my yoga right along side the two of them. My Older one is the kid who is ready to jump in moments after arriving—happy to pretend to be a backpack, bark like a (downward) dog, and row across the ocean.  Smalls, on the other hand, would not budge from my lap for the first half of the class.  She finally got into it when she could pretend to be a boat and, by the end, she was wiggling, blowing a feather from her hand and generally crawling all over me to try to get me into Rachel-like contortions for her own amusement.  So, I’d say we had great success. 

The best part though, was the end. The last song we sing is a song about “home.” A good-bye song where we quiet down, and sing “home” in a long, drawn out fashion, essentially getting the kids to breath out a healing “oooooommmmm.” When I realized we were om-ing (it’s time someone turned that into a verb), I started to giggle. Probably not the best reaction when in class with the Smalls, but it felt sneaky and wonderful.  We all left having breathed deeply together, which I don’t think is something I can say about anything else we’ve ever done.  - Amanda Beresford, parent