Connecting with Mom through yoga

A girl’s emotional connection to her mom never stops evolving, even decades after the mother dies. Sometimes the thing that was fraught in a mother-daughter relationship later turns out to be a source of strength.

Such is a theme in Sasha Brown-Worsham’s memoir, Namaste the Hard Way.

Brown-Worsham chronicles her coming of age, from a young girl growing up in an upper middle class neighbourhood near Dayton, Ohio, to her adulthood living with a husband and children in the suburbs of New York City.

As a child, Brown-Worsham was embarrassed by her mother’s Sanskrit chanting, middle-of-the-day yoga poses and flowing linen pants. But as an adult, long after her mother’s death from cancer, Brown-Worsham gravitated to the very thing that pricked the unease of her adolescence. Yoga became the way she reconnected with the mother she lost as a teen.

The book was conceived following a widely shared essay that Brown-Worsham wrote for The New York Times titled, Not my Mother’s Yoga.

The author works in her own adventures in parenting and how having children helped put her mother in a more favourable light.

“There is danger every day of turning a dead woman into a saint, of making my mother into someone with no flaws ... even 24 years after her death,” she writes. “I am still chasing her ghost and it’s not because she is a perfect human or mother.”

The memoir is one of many released of late depicting a woman’s experience coming into adulthood. Readers of this genre, especially those interested in yoga, will find the book’s messages resonate.