There was a time in my motherhood that I was begging my children to take naps. They were so tired. I was so tired.
I would lay next to their crib with my arm snaked through the bars and I would rub their back trying to get them to fall asleep. As they grew older, and in big kid beds, I would sit in their room as they tried to fall asleep and when they would sit up or squirm, I would quietly say from the corner, “Shut your eyes”. I’ve sat outside doors, waiting to catch a kid who thought they had found their freedom and were making a run for it.
I remember telling them that one day they were going to beg me to take naps and their little minds could not comprehend such a world!
And now some of my little ones aren’t so little anymore. And more than anything they love themselves a good Sunday afternoon nap. They work hard at school and sports all week long and then play hard through the weekend and by Sunday afternoons, they crash.
I told them this day would come. When more than anything, they would want to crawl up in their beds and sleep the afternoon away.
I realize this post is really old so I’m looking like the stalker friend this morning! Just catch up during a slow early morning shift and THIS reminds me SO much of Derrick laying on the floor on Sundays RIGHT in the way at the top of the stairs…next time he takes a nap…you’ve got to paint him this picture of his Uncle lol This makes him an Oxnam through and through!
Oh my gosh – I’m totally laughing at you remembering that! Derrick and my dad still have the crazy ability to sleep anywhere! Including at the top of the stairs. I’m just glad he’s finally willing to take a nap on Sundays, because he’s fought it for so long. But its usually on the couch, not on the floor. 🙂