I envy people who can play seven unrelated instruments while singing the words to any song, know their way around O’Hare the first time landing there and make their connection just in time, cook and entertain simultaneously (it’s not as easy as it seems), negotiate a deal on a house for tens of thousands off the asking price and get the house even though they weren’t the highest bidder, or land the job even though they weren’t the most qualified but could fake the jobspeak the best.
I tried to teach a Yoga for Children class once. I was good at it when the participants were three and their bendy parents were there with them, translating for them. I didn’t need to use language as much for three-year olds. It looked like I was communicating “on their level” because I didn’t use complicated words. I demonstrated everything and it wasn’treally yoga. It was just stretching and finally winding up in a pose that could pass for yoga. I’d give it a cute animal name and then have the kids make the sound of that animal, or walk like that animal. I was to yoga what kindergartners are to spelling…inventive.
When I taught an older age group at my kids’ elementary school, it was a disaster...[read more HERE]
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