Yoga before mommyhood is competely different from yoga after mommyhood. No more running out th door to get to whatever class I can hit. No more staying at the studio after hours to get my practice in, regardess of time. These days, my yoga mat is often covered with stuffed animals and Dora blanket. Ashtanga yoga is my main practice, and I've always had a home practice, but it's getting harder and harder to fit everything in a day, and get more than five hours of sleep. Lately, I've been setting my alarm for 5:15am in hopes of getting in 60-75 minutes of asana before my daughters wake. I settle onto my mat with green tea and before the first sun salutation, I hear, "Mommy, I want you!" I consider ignoring the demand. But my 30 pound three-year old has a voice that will wake up the neighborhood. Instantly, I my mood switches. I have left the happy wakeful morning, and mommy on a school day mode kicks in. Breakfasts, lunches, outfits, what loveys to take to school, french braids, no pony tails with braids. "You're doing it all wrong," she yells at me. What happened to my peaceful morning hours? What happened to my morning practice? Our mats are covered in blue glitter that fell on them weeks ago after one of Madison and Kaia's dance parties. Their handmade glittery tiaras drop sparkles on the mats that are impossible to get off. I love the glitter. It reminds me that yoga is not just done on my mat. The beauty of yoga is everywhere. It's on my childrens' sweet heads, on their faces, in the smiles, and like the glitter looking at me from my yoga mat, my children look at me from the kitchen. I am disappointed that I didn't get to practice this morning. But I realize, I am practicing yoga whenever I am full present; when I sit with them, hug them, read to then, help them with their homework and give them my full attention. My yoga practice carries off my mat and into the world. I bring the awareness of my movements, my breath, my actions, reactions and non-reactions. Working on the Yamas is the foundation, the first limb of Patanjalis's 8-limbed path of yoga. So, I didn't get to asana today. Tomorrow, I'll set my alarm for 4:45am, look for the glitter on my yoga mat, and enjoy what is.