My grandparents (the parents of my mother) had eleven children; my mom has three sisters and seven brothers. They are all married and they all have children. Now most of their children have children themselves. Each year my grandmother celebrated her birthday with her enormous family (at the end consisting of more than seventy people), until she passed away at the age of 83.
My grandmother was a nervous, anxious and strict woman (maybe due to the fact she had so many children and for having a husband that was very religious) and the only time I saw her being at ease was when she watched this stupid game show on television.
Recently my mom told me that my grandmother was submitted a few times in some sort of rehabilitation center or a rest house (in a very quiet and green environment) because she had signs of fatigue and was very tense (nowadays she would have had a burn-out). I could only think that if I'd had eleven children, I probably had to be submitted at a rehabilitation center non-stop. And when I told my mom that I was very much into yoga these days, she said at one time the doctor had advised my grandmother to go to yoga class.
'When was this?' I asked.
'Many, many years ago.'
'At what age?'
'I think when your grandma was about 40 years old.'
'So in the sixties?'
'I think so, yes.'
But my grandmother never took yoga. She just went on and on and on with her busy life of taking care of eleven children, cooking and cleaning and going to church, until she was sent to a rest house again.
Maybe if she'd started y0ga at an early age, she would not have had eleven children.
I took this picture at a park near my house