We stand together in a “bring your kid to yoga” class. The instructor says, “prepare for Vrksasana.” Tree pose, one of our favorites. We take root on our right side, tuck our left foot up and in to the standing leg and raise our arms to the sky. She wobbles and I extend a “branch,” my left arm, her way. She grabs hold, steadies herself and we stand together, reaching skyward with our hands intertwined, supporting each other. With a giggle, she gives a little shove, shaking my arm. Testing me. I stay strong, balanced and don’t let go of her hand. Motherhood in a yoga pose.