Saturday, April 16, 2011

Dedication

I was introduced to Billy Megargel in 1999.  He was a young boy with Autism and I was a young teacher with much to learn.  I began working with individuals with Autism Spectrum Disorders right out of college in 1997.  I was convinced back then that working with those with special needs was going to be part of my life's work.

Billy would change the way I interact with all individuals with special needs and for that I am eternally grateful.

Billy is nonverbal and uses an augmentative communication device to communicate with others.  Talk about judging a book by its cover . . . he let me know from day one, that his ability to navigate his way through his device far outweighed my expectations of him.   Interestingly enough, every time I raised my expectations for Billy- I learned that my bar needed to be raised again, and again, and again.  This is an interesting practice to try on yourself . . . just a thought.

Over the nine years I worked with Billy and his family, my teaching skills with all learners changed.  Billy taught me that when a child didn't understand a concept I was teaching, that teaching it a second time with a louder voice was not the answer.  Billy taught me that "individualized" means understanding how a person optimally receives and expresses information.  Billy taught me that everyone is capable of learning and growing towards greater independence every day.  He was my "wake up call" to teaching.

Billy was introduced to yoga several years ago.  Eve, Billy's Mom, a consistent practitioner of yoga and Billy's greatest advocate (right next to his Dad, Matt), believed that Billy was entitled to learning yoga.  Her intention was for her son to use yoga as a means of regulating himself.  Up until that point, Billy's request for a "break" entailed him entering a comfortable area to relax and breathe for a designated number of minutes.  As Billy grew older, Eve intuitively knew that her son needed to learn what "relax" meant.  She knew that he would benefit from something physical and organizing to his entire body - both during times of peace and stress . . . yoga seemed like the natural next step.

Billy's Mom and yoga instructor, Hannah Gould, created a sequential visual system with photographs of yoga poses that would be optimal for Billy's learning style.  Billy took to his yoga practice beautifully, and it clearly became a prefered activity for him.

For a few years, Billy's health took a very serious turn for the worse. For weeks at a time, in between hospitalizations, he would rest in his darkened bedroom.  When everything had turned upside down for Bill and his body - and all activities were taken off of his daily schedule, yoga was the one choice that  always was there for him.  Yoga was Billy's blanket of peace time and time again.

Billy's yoga practice inspired me to rethink the way I taught my learners to balance themselves.  After taking a closer look, I learned I was regulating my students as opposed to offering my students tools to regulate themselves.  It is one thing to teach someone how to request a break.  It is by far something very different to teach someone how to successfully take a break. Think about that for a moment.  How often do we tell children to take a break or a time-out without showing them them how to relax themselves?     When was the last time you allowed someone you know to feel upset and then offered them, some steps they could take to feel calm again? When was the last time you felt upset and what were the steps you took to feeling at peace with yourself and the situation?  Learning and teaching how to find that place of calm takes time - but it is worth every second.

Billy taught me that taking the time to teach myself, my students and my own children how to find internal balance - is more important than any other life skill.

Thank you Billy.

Thank you Eve for encouraging me to think outside of the box with all of my students.  Your unbelievable commitment to Billy's path as a life long learner, reminds me to always get out of my own head and into the minds and hearts of my students and my own children.

Stretch What Matters Yoga System:


Dedicated to Billy Megargel, 
my longtime student and greatest teacher.









Tuesday, November 23, 2010

GRATEFUL

I practiced yoga today with my 4 year old son, Christian, on the first manufactured toddler mat.  When I rolled the mat out in front of him, his big brown eyes opened wide as he carefully scanned the mat.  He quickly realized his mat was different as he compared his little mat to my large mat.  He said, "My mat is NEW!"  I responded with laughter, "Yes, your mat is brand new!" Christian and I then practiced a few poses together on our mats - he loves to be the yoga teacher!

A few hours later, I sat down with my two children to eat dinner.  Before dinner in our home, we all hold hands and take turns saying one thing we are grateful for that day. My son tends to list 10 things a day but no one ever stops him.  He often is thankful for his best friend, Canyon and sometimes, if I behaved like a super hero, I make it onto my son's list.  Tonight however was special . . . Christian sat up tall in his seat and said with a smile, "I am thankful for my yoga mat because I like doing yoga with Mommy."

Friday, September 17, 2010

Launching a Dream

Just one year ago this month, I saw in my mind's eye, a yoga mat that would allow individuals with special needs to practice yoga.  I had been teaching yoga to individuals with special needs for quite some time and I often struggled with successfully cuing my students on how to transition from one pose to another.  I found myself on my students' yoga mats most of the time and this went against everything I hoped to give each of my students - independence.  If my goal was to teach people to use yoga to regulate themselves, how in the world were they going to do it on their own if I was always physically showing them what to do?

That is where THE MAT comes in.  After I saw the picture of the yoga mat in my mind (which I refer to as divine intervention), I quickly placed my then 1 year old daughter, Gracie, in her crib for the night. I instantly began sketching the yoga mat on sheets of paper using my son, Christian's, crayola crayons.  The more I drew the more I thought, this mat must already exist.  So I simply began searching for the mat online.  To tell you the truth, buying the mat last September would have been a heck of a lot easier than the road I have traveled on to bring my mat to life - but I would not give that journey up for anything.

After sharing the idea with my husband, Scott (thank God for you), I shared the idea with my mom. I asked her to sign my 'inventor's notebook' that I had started shortly after I realized the product was not available.  I recall asking her to drive with me to the paint store so that she could sit with my children in the car while I found paints that would make up the first prototype of my mat.

So here we are.  September 18, 2010.  I say 'we' because I did not do this alone.  My team of angels all showed up at just the right time and for all of them I am beyond grateful.

Stretch What Matters most to you and see what happens!

Namaste,

Elizabeth