We have a new curriculum in Sunday School this year and – to be honest – it’s been a challenge teaching the Pre-K / 1st Grade. Some weeks it’s been more of a challenge than others.
Take one week in November: I had to teach yoga.
First, let me explain that I don’t know anything about yoga. I don’t do yoga. I’ve never done yoga. I don’t think I can even be casually mistaken for someone who does yoga. But I came in Sunday morning to a book waiting for me in the classroom: My Daddy is a Pretzel.
Class was starting in 15 minutes and I spent all of that time stretching as I didn’t want Daddy to be crippled afterwards. The kids were less than enthused by the idea of yoga at first until I had a flash of brilliance.
“Simon says, lift your left leg up and balance it against your right knee.”
Simon says, you’re doing yoga!
All kidding aside, it turned out that I kind of liked yoga. I enjoyed learning about something that I had nary a clue about before. I felt proud of myself that I had been able to teach something to the kids and get some positive response. I felt doubly proud that I had been able to do more of the moves than my aide. He’s a young guy – about 18 or 19 – and he just couldn’t do some of them. As for me, I managed to do all of them except one: The Plow. The plow is when you lay on your back, put your legs up and back over your head.
Daddy may be a pretzel, but he knows his limitations.