It pains me to write the following sentence: Miles no longer takes naps.
Allow me to grieve for a moment. Once upon a time, I had successfully gotten through the very rough months of having a toddler and an infant. There were brief times when both children would be asleep at the same time, but they were rare and fleeting. And then, before I realized it, I was blessed with an incredible gift: simultaneous naptime. Yes, for at least 1.5 hours each afternoon, my two young children would sleep in their beds. And while they slept, I would be free to do almost anything I wanted. I could watch TV, eat snacks without sharing, exercise (okay, I did it once), work/play on the computer, or even take a nap myself.
It was glorious.
But within the last few months, I could feel this beautiful daily freedom slipping from my grasp. My mornings had already suffered a productivity hiccup, when Spencer (who turns 2 this month) went from 2 naps, morning and afternoong, down to 1. And now it was becoming more and more difficult to get Miles, our 3.5 year old, to take a nap. I’m sure part of it had to do with our move to a new house and now sharing a room with his brother. I’m sure part of it had to do with all the traveling we did around Christmas. But now there’s no denying it.
It almost makes me weep. I miss the quiet. I miss the calmness. I miss bathing without having to shoo my children out of the shower.
I’m also sad for another reason. This means he’s one step closer to being a real KID. A KID, not a toddler, not a preschooler, a kid who uses a toilet, doesn’t need a lovey to go to bed, doesn’t need his mommy to cuddle him, and drinks coffee while he balances his checkbook. Okay, maybe not that last one, but it does remind me that he’s growing up. And while he isn’t shaving a 5 o’clock shadow yet, the end of naptime is a sad moment for me.
So far, he is agreeing to having “quiet time” after lunch. Spencer goes to his room for a nap and Miles goes to lay on my bed and watch his shows or play with whatever gadget he chooses. I know it’s not perfect, but it does give me about an hour of quiet time.
He still NEEDS a nap. I know this because if we drive anywhere between the hours of 1pm and 8pm, he’s out like a light, snoozin’ in his carseat. But I’m pretty sure I need the quiet time more than he does, because I spend most of my time daydreaming about Life With Naptime.
Ahhhhh, those were the days…
How did you deal with the end of naptime?