It all started so suddenly, but in those early days, our relationship was a breeze. I was eager to make room in my life for you, and honestly, it felt great. I was a young, sleep-deprived parent, and I craved your embrace multiple times a day. Whether it was in my cozy bed, the living room, or even in the backseat of my car, I found you everywhere. You were always there for me, ready to help me recharge. Back then, it felt effortless and beautifully reciprocal.
As time went on, things shifted, as they often do in relationships. While I could usually count on you to be there, it sometimes required more effort on my part. There were days I struggled to find you, and other times I had to accept your absence, hopeful that you’d come back to me soon. Some days, I fully embraced everything you had to offer me, while other days, I succumbed to your tempting allure, letting you sweep me away. I’ll miss those lazy afternoons together, where you were the ultimate delight.
I admit it: I took you for granted. I thought there would always be more time. But now, I’m not ready to say goodbye.
Yet, I must end this chapter: I have to break up with you, Nap Time.
Just before my eldest child’s eighth birthday, my youngest—a 3-year-old—decided to quit napping. It was abrupt and completely unexpected. For eight glorious years, at least one of my three kids took a nap each day. During those precious moments, the others enjoyed mandatory quiet time in their rooms. As a stay-at-home mom, Nap Time was My Time. It was my chance to work, indulge in some leisure, or just enjoy a moment of peace. However, my little one began struggling at bedtime, tossing and turning for hours and waking up with nightmares. It became clear that naps were doing her more harm than good.
So, goodbye, sweet Nap Time. I’ll miss you more than you know.
But wait! Don’t go just yet!
When will I enjoy my coffee in total silence? When will I have the time to write? When can I use the bathroom without an audience? How will I vent about my kiddos to my friends? And what about catching up on The Daily Show? Without Nap Time, staying up late to watch it seems utterly impossible.
I need you, Nap Time!
Just promise me this isn’t the end. Maybe one day we’ll cross paths again. Picture this: a summer day at the beach, where I relax under the shade of an umbrella while the kids build sandcastles with their dad. A sweet little reunion, one last rendezvous.
I’ll always cherish the time we had together, Nap Time. Thank you for an amazing eight years. Until we meet again!
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Summary:
In this heartfelt farewell, Emily reflects on her bittersweet relationship with Nap Time, which provided her with peace and respite during her hectic parenting years. As her youngest child transitions away from naps, she grapples with the loss of this cherished time, recalling the joy and solace it brought her. Despite the sadness, she holds onto the hope of reuniting with Nap Time in the future.