Karate Kid

With all that's been going on with Little One lately (and the last few days have been a bit rough), it can be easy to lose sight of the fact that there is, after all, another little missy in there too. Well She decided to get my attention.
After too long a hiatus due to sicknesses and holidays, tonight my husband finally pushed me out the door with my yoga mat and said, "GO". 
So there I was, awkwardly attempting a tricky pose with a basketball under my shirt throwing of my center of gravity already, when little miss decided She had a prime opportunity to remind me that She's in there, and She won't be left out!
I'll tell you what She did, Peanuts.  She kicked me.
Out of the blue! And really hard.  So much so that, I kid you not, She knocked me clear out of my pose. And got the attention of not just me, but the whole class.
After being pretty serious, and maybe kinda stressed, and oh all right fine a little down this week, it was just the jolt I needed to snap me out of it and get me laughing.  It's interesting how sometimes kids take care of us.  Like giving us a swift kick when we need it, and reminding us that even when things get rough in spots, the rest of life is still there, being miraculous.