What Happens When You Workout with Your Kids

I’ve heard it so many times after baby is the born: I can’t work out because of the kids. There’s no time/ they need my attention/ etc…


But what about working out WITH your kids?


I have noticed such a huge impact in their daily lives when I show them that I put the effort in to better myself.


They see that, yes, this is mommy, she does such and such for me, but she also has her own things going on.


They develop a habit of being active from an early age.


And if I include them in a work out, we get to spend time bonding and laughing, and learning things anywhere from how to count to: “These are called quads. They help move your leg like this.”


They learn that work outs don’t have to be a mysterious thing that no one should see you do. (Let’s be honest: how many people feel embarrassed to go to the gym and have people see them working out?)


They begin to understand their bodies and what they need to do to nourish them and stay healthy.


They find a way to handle their emotions and burn off energy.


They become your greatest supporters and trainers. They will ask for the daily workout, push for one more rep, and keep your heart pumping as you chase them around.


And if you ever take a moment to look in their eyes in the middle of all this, no matter what it is, whether it’s a hard core work out or something easier that ends up getting split up throughout the day, you will see their hearts filled with inspiration and admiration for the work that you do. And that’s motivation enough to show up to work out the next day.


Let your kids motivate you to be a better you. Let them see you make the effort to be active and enjoy the process. Kids are more likely to do as you do than do as you say. Plant the seed early on in their lives.


Show up every day in some way and have fun… Your body will thank you and so will your kids!

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Gathering in meditation at 9 am PST

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Every morning without fail, no matter what time I went to bed, Jayden comes to me and says, “Mom, it’s almost 9. It’s almost time. You have to get up.”

We gather together after morning hugs in a circle and go over our morning meditation. Breathe in peace, breathe out love. Breathe in peace, and breathe out love to daddy, to abuela, to family, to neighbors, to the people hurting in this world, to everyone, to ourselves. Breathe and be love.

As 9 am rolls around, we sit quietly in their dimly lit room, sensing the other soul meditating with us from a distance. It’s been quite beautiful, powerful and healing.. both physically and emotionally. They are understanding how connected we truly are to one another and the power meditation has in our lives.

My kids asked if even more people can join us in our meditation and help love and heal the world. Can you imagine the effect we can have if we collectively gathered across the world and raised our vibrations to one of love and kindness… even for a few moments? Whether you can sit and be in a meditative state, or simply breathe or say a short prayer wherever you are, take the time at 9 am PST to join us to #breatheandbelove . We’d love to have you with us. ❤

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Creating Beautiful Memories: Morning Meditation with the Kids

 

As I was waking up one morning in March, I noticed this beautiful moment unfolding before my eyes.

Slow, steady breaths is all that could be heard through the thick serenity that filled the room.

Father and son bonding on another level. I watched in awe with a big smile on my face.

Before long, the timer beeped and they opened their eyes.

“Dad,” Jayden whispered, “can we do it 3 more times? I still have 3 more things on my brain.”

I giggled. He gets it. He knows what meditation can do.

“Good morning, mommy! Did you meditate laying down? Do you want to meditate with us?”

As I got up to sit with them, I hear Cataleya’s tiny footsteps making their way into the room.

“Hi guys! Good morning! I wanna meditate, too! Can I press the button?”

The feeling of peace that captivated the room with the whole family in quiet meditation in the minutes that followed is something that will be hard to forget…and will forever be cherished as it can never be replicated in the same way again.

This moment reminds me of this truth: right now is all we truly ever have. The past are memories. The future is yet to be told. Both are held as stories in our minds. But this moment… this is where life takes place. Where eternity exists. So as your week goes on and life gets busy, remember to take the time be fully present with your loved ones and spend time creating beautiful memories, because one day all that will be left is how you made them feel and the stories you created together.

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Create The Conditions and Allow Yourself to Bloom: The Birth of a Flower

Geez… inhale.. Yeah… exhale… I need to go to the hospital.create the conditions and bloom the birth of a flower summer perez

NOW.

I had just finished throwing up so violently that I had no idea how I did not smash my face on the porcelein.

Now there I was, lying on the cold stone bathroom floor, 34 weeks pregnant. The last time I threw up like that I gave birth a few minutes later. 

My sister’s car broke down. Oz is at work 30 minutes away. Taxi please.

The cab driver asked if I was going to visit someone or to work at the hospital.

“No, I think I’m having a baby.”

Silence.

He started to drive a little faster. I can’t imagine a cab driver who wants someone’s water bursting in their back seat.

 Thirty minutes later, I’m going through registration. Really? C’mon. There’s got to be a faster way. 

See, I don’t feel the pain of the contractions as badly as others. I zen out throughout the process. I can make it to the pushing without extreme pains. I just feel uncomfortable tightening. 

I got up to the maternity triage and changed my clothes in the bathroom. A cattleya flower greets me there. A sign that she’s coming? Cataleya was to be her name.

The nurse says I’m 3 centimeters dialated, 80% effaced and baby’s head is at the -1 position, meaning she’s super low. The monitors say I’m contracting intensely (how am I not in extreme pain?). Contractions are 1-3 minutes apart. This baby wants to come out tonight.

But she can’t. She’s too small. She needs to bake for a few more weeks. Ideally 6 more weeks.

They inject me with medication to help stop the contractions. Doesn’t work very well. I’m still contracting hard even though it is starting to pace out. I’m pumped with so much saline fluid that I’m going to the bathroom every few minutes. I want it to just stop. I want to have it all stop.

In time, things slowed down and two days later I was released. My doctor said if I made it to 36 weeks to throw a party. Heck, if we made it to that Friday to throw a party. It was only Monday.

Wow, I’m having a baby. And soon.

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Where did the time go?

I wasn’t ready for her to come right now.

Up to that point, more often than not, I didn’t feel pregnant. Most of the time was spent responding to other people’s needs. I was in such a stressful living situation that I felt as though I was not permitted to just BE. It didn’t sink in that I was actually pregnant and another baby is coming until I was in the hospital. I thought I had more time.

And I needed time on my side. From then on, I committed to living in the moment as much as possible. Every day that passed was a celebration. No need to wait until Friday. We were celebrating now.

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I was soaking up as much time as I could with my son before his sister arrives. Wasn’t I doing this before? I thought I was. But I quickly realized I missed out on things when I allowed myself to be overtaken by other people’s negative dispositions. Being an empath, I can get lost in the energy of those around me if I don’t make a conscious effort to emit and protect my own. No wonder Cataleya wanted out. Or at least wanted to let me know to get my shit together.

Thank you for that wake up call, baby girl.

I found peace in the days that followed, and I felt her love more than ever. And it felt like magic.

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Kisses from the womb

On the morning of her birth, she gently woke me up to let me know it’s time we met. I basked in serenity knowing I was going to be face to face with my angel.

It was with the strength I found in serenity that allowed me to have a mostly painless labor and birth. No screaming, no crying, no medications. Just peace. Ok, and maybe a tight grip on Oz’s hand here and there. 

But the moment the doctor handed me her tiny little 36 week body to hold, there was an overwhelming sense of completeness. 

This is it. 

She’s here.

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And she’s perfectEven down to her name. 

The cattleya orchid can live in harsh environments, but given the right conditions it blooms to reveal one of the world’s most beautiful flowers. 

My little Cataleya did just that. And as she continues to bloom, she teach me to do the same. 

Create the conditions and allow yourself to bloom.

 

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