Jana Llewellyn

A little bit of Janatude

motherhood

Mother and Son

Yesterday, I woke up early in the morning and sat at the table across from my son, who was awake and eating breakfast. I had a lot on my mind about my future, of things I may keep and others I may have to give up, and tears came to my eyes. He doesn’t usually see me this way: human, vulnerable, trying to figure things out. I’m fortunate that I […]

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Mom Sits on Couch All Day And Reads

Recently, one of my favorite former students posted a link on Facebook about a mom who was breastfeeding while running in an Iron Man (Iron Woman?) competition. The image posted with the article has her literally running with a breast pump on her chest. I’m all about “girl power” and strong women. Believe me, I am. I think women are amazing, wonderful human beings who should be worshipped and treated […]

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What Do You Do for a Living?

A few years ago, I dated someone who, whenever I mentioned a friend or relative, immediately asked what he or she did for a living. It always made me laugh because I, too, wondered that when I met new people, even if I didn’t always have the nerve to ask right away. At the time, though, I was looking for steady full-time work, and I had a heightened awareness that […]

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Holding on

For so long, my yoga training taught me about surrendering, letting go. When I lost a job I loved, I decided it was a chance to practice letting go, that I had to accept things that were beyond my control. But the lesson I’ve had to learn recently is not about letting go—it’s about when to hold on. My three-year-old daughter recently fell off the swings at the playground next […]

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The Strength You Didn’t Know You Had

There are some times in life you need to fall back on reserves you didn’t know you had, times you have to remind yourself what you’re made of. For me, giving birth to my daughter was one of those times. I gave birth to three children, and each birth was vastly different. The first birth taught me sacrifice–I had a C-section with my son, because I was too scared to […]

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