Moms Are Living For Nap Time

My baby went to bed at 8:30 PM last night and woke up this morning at around 6:45 AM. She wanted milk, so I fed her until she was sleepy again. Once her eyes were closed and her belly was full, back to the crib she went, which is where she stayed until 10:45 AM. She slept close to 14 hours, out of nowhere. I'll take it! About three hours after she woke up, she decided it was nap time again. This mom is living for it.

No, she doesn't have a fever. Yes, she's 100 percent acting like herself; in fact, she's been a better version of herself. The happy, smiley girl I know has started babbling with strings of multiple syllables and more inflection. Maybe her slumber is making her smarter. She often sleeps extra hours when she's teething or going through a growth spurt. Either one is possible right now, since we're approaching 12 months.

As for me, it's possible that I'm celebrating her slumber. Actually, I'm definitely celebrating— now— during the slumber. Don't get me wrong: I've committed to memory and heed the quote from Dr. John Trainer, "Children are not a distraction from more important work. They are the most important work."

I know it full well. There's just so much that needs to be done: little tasks, big errands, household duties, mama's side jobs and more. You name it, it's waiting to be completed. Nap times are for babies, but they're also for mommies. At least, they are for this mommy.

I used to cry when nap time or bedtime rolled around. I wanted to spend all my time with my baby, and that included the moments when she needed her sleep. Who cares about mom posture? I thought as I held her while she snoozed. If she had to sleep, she could do it in my arms— and that's what we did many times until she was five months old. That's when she started wanting to sleep stretched out— not curled up. So, we introduced the crib and she never looked back. I'm doing much better as time moves on, too. Sometimes I do still catch myself tearing up at night, but it's usually when I'm running low on sleep.

Today, as she continues to snooze the afternoon away, I'm not crying— I'm smiling. I'm breathing easy while I enjoy my lunch ( which is still warm). I'm dressed in something other than my pajamas, my hair is brushed, and there's a swipe of lipstick on my lips (but that's all). My to-do list doesn't fill me with such stress, partly because my child is resting and content and the house is still. Even if she only naps for 30 minutes more, it's a good day in my book.

She's truly my pride and joy. She's my heart walking around on the outside. But sometimes she has to go to bed. She has to rest. We both benefit when she decides it's time to sleep. The value of nap time isn't lost on this mama.

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