By: Courtney Conover; Certified Yoga Instructor, RYT 200   I had been practicing yoga with my son, Scotty (age three), for about four months when my husband and I took him to the barber to receive his first professional haircut. (Those botch jobs I had been doing on him with a pair of dull shears were no longer passing muster; but that’s a different story for another day.) The point here is that the mere notion of having to sit still while getting his curls chopped by a stranger scared the bejesus out of him – so you can only imagine how bad things got when Scotty heard the buzz and felt the vibration of the electric clippers. It was bad; really bad: tears, incoherent pleading for it to stop. The whole nine. And then I told Scotty to close his eyes…and breathe. I told him – quite pointedly – to breathe just like we do when we practice yoga; to simply focus on his breath as he counts to ten and then back down to one again. It took a minute. But, no … [Read more...]