Life is beautiful to me.

When I have a little life in my body, from that moment on, it is doomed that my heart has something to depend on.

In the days of pregnancy, I used yoga to communicate with my baby, stroked his growing abdomen, felt his initiation in the pose, and breathed with my baby in meditation with a quiet heart. I realized the praise and joy of life even more, and extended this special emotion to the whole practice process. As a result, my body is more relaxed and my movements are more perfect. The most important thing is to feel that the soul seems to have taken refuge.

In yoga, I can reach a strange world and return to the deepest part of my heart. I experienced a kind of pure beauty, which strongly changed my body. All this is another reality that my body is close to, not an illusion of beauty. Thought stops here, and is with pure beauty. In this pure beauty, I can feel the response from my closest person, the baby.

In this way, during the whole pregnancy, we shared yoga together.

Finally, in the long wait, the little life given by God came to the world. At the moment when I saw him, I knew deeply that he would be the most concerned person in his life. Facing him, my heart is full of warm and inclusive maternal love.

The baby, who is called "Little Yoga Man", has dark and clear eyes, pure as water. I believe that yoga brings him wisdom and wisdom.

My first mother's day is so beautiful. When I am at home, I play with my baby and feel his docility, mischief, coquetry and playfulness. I enjoy everything that my mother can enjoy. Yoga is still indispensable. It combines postpartum body recovery with baby massage, which not only stretches my body, but also enhances the relationship between me and the baby. More importantly, I don't have the anxiety of ordinary mothers. I am calm and kind to others. My views on some things are also slowly changing. Even if I leave home, the sun, traffic, red men and women, everything is reasonable and bearable. People linger in their own atmosphere, but beneath their identity, there are all kinds of lives that are warm and ignorant. As always, I looked at the disappearing scenery out of the window and smiled at everyone in my heart. I gradually see the good side of things. This is the transformation that yoga has given me. I live confidently in the days unfolding day by day.

Life is so vast that we are just a small part of the dense mortal. When life just opened like a brocade, my son and I completely owned each other in yoga. He is mine, I am his, nothing else.

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