The Lost Art of Naps
March 4th, 2014
As a whole, we Americans have given up on naps. Unlike other – dare I say more civilized? – countries where napping is socially acceptable among adults, we don’t nap much in this country. This is a shame, because naps are awesome.
Awesome, I tell you.
Over the past year, I have reclaimed the lost art of the nap, led (or maybe forced) by my sweet Birdie. As I may have mentioned, once or twice, Birdie isn’t a big fan of sleeping by herself.
This is equally true for daylight and nighttime sleeping.
At first, I felt a sort of desperate panic when nap time rolled around. There was so much to do! Laundry, kitchen-cleaning, blogging, e-mail checking, dinner-prep. I NEEDED nap time, for goodness sake! So I would try to put Birdie down to sleep so I could cram in a few minutes of activity, knowing in my soul that she would only sleep for twenty-minutes or so and then be wired and cranky.
But over time, I gave up. I slowly succumbed to the power of the nap and started sharing them with Birdie.
Even then, I initially tried to be mildly productive with nap time. I would sit in bed with a computer on my lap, or read a book with Birdie’s head tucked onto my arm.
Then that need to accomplish something -anything – faded as well. I just let it go, and embraced the nap.
Now, I look forward all week to my weekend naps with Little Bird. There is something so peaceful and serene about an afternoon nap. On Sunday, it was raining and cold and gross outside…but inside, Birdie and I spent an hour and a half cocooned under the covers, napping together.
It was unproductive. And it was perfect.