Response (from one of Harrison’s friends I don’t yet know): You just described every day of my life since becoming a stay-at-home-mother.
My response: Nityakarmas
Nityakarmas are the things you gotta do. They are obligatory. Doing them rarely gets you a pat on the back. Not doing them raises stakes you’d probably rather not be raising. The goal is to not spend a lot of time worrying about them. Their ‘opposite’ is called kamyakarma, the acts that are born of desire. They are indulgences, extras. As tantric yoginis, we have little problem with desire. Desire is how we all got here.
I am a mom of a toddler and a yoga teacher of all kinds of people, including expectant moms. I especially love to teach these mommas, who have chosen to do one of the more expensive, non-necessary actions that an individual human can do. (Having a child, I mean. Yoga class isn’t that expensive.) As my Mamaw pointed out when I told her that I was pregnant, we no longer have to have children to work the farm anymore. There are plenty of people in the world without me making more. Mamaw has a way with words, and she loves her great-grandson dearly, and she is so happy that he is here. But it’s true that our population was in no danger of collapsing without his birth.
Once sweet baby is born, indulgence dissipates (or just gets re-defined). Even though the baby and parents may be surrounded with beauty and love, the reality of the daily requirements permeates every attitude, thought, and deed. This can be wearing. Any ritual, regardless of its object, has a tendency to dry up in the absence of desire.
Our yoga asks us to be not in just one thing or the other. It asks us to hold two things together, often seeming opposites. This is how we live meaningfully in the world, in the midline.
I recently went to the baby shower of a dear friend. She is so ready for this baby, and the party was a very special occasion. All of us moms talked about our pregnancies and births, those subjects that make the men glad they don’t usually get invited to such events. The shower is a metaphor for the pregnancy, a special time set aside to mark what is important. As guests, we let her know that we’re here to support her through a transition, to help her align to her new role. It’s a non-required requirement.
We call these special occasions naimittika karma, to be done as and when a need arises. When a friend visits and we take special care of him or her, this is naimittika. It’s like sitting with the divine. Hopefully your practice feels this way, a midline or alignment between what you want to do and what you have to do. It’s what I try to offer as a yoga teacher, particularly for prenatal students, who often are either trying to work up ‘til the very end or take care of another littlun (that’s Kentucky for ‘little one’).
Babies are desire. They want, and we want them. They are obligation. Not taking care of them results in dire consequences. They are also naimittika. I’m using the word ‘commitment’ to describe this midline. Our commitments are that which we choose to tend to out of the importance and primacy of relationship. May our practice be that.
I teach prenatal yoga at Abhaya Yoga in Dumbo, Brooklyn on Mondays at noon. I also teach a couple of other classes on that schedule, too.