Motherhood—and all its beautiful forms—comes with chaos, joy, laughter, and more to-do lists than one person should legally be allowed to handle. Somewhere in the mess of it all, it’s easy to lose track of the little things. And yet, it’s those little things that make life so deeply meaningful.

This Mother’s Day, I want to share something my yoga practice has taught me: the sacred art of paying attention. Of noticing. Of being right here, right now.

As you learn the art of pranayama on the mat, it slows your heart and gives you the ability to slow time as you stay in the moment. It teaches you that time isn’t just something that passes—it’s something you can feel, stretch, and savor.

Yoga taught me to listen—not just to the cueson the mat, or the pose, or the breath—but to life. To really see my surroundings, to feel the energy of the moment, and to recognize when something simple becomes something sacred.

It’s in the way a child laughs uncontrollably at something only they understand. It’s in the way your dog lays their head in your lap like you’re their whole world. It’s in the way your bonus child shyly says “thank you” when you show up again and again.

Yoga gave me the tools to notice those things. To not rush past them. To not trade the moment for the illusion of “productivity.”

To all the moms—biological, adoptive, step, chosen, dog, cat, plant, and beyond—you are the keepers of memories and magic. And while this day is just one on the calendar, I hope it’s a reminder to treasure the now.

This weekend, I encourage you to roll out your mat, take a few deep breaths, and think about the small things you’re grateful for. Because those small things? They’re everything.