Our relationship began quite unexpectedly, evolving into something effortless and delightful. My life transformed in countless ways to include you, and I welcomed every moment. As a young and sleep-deprived enthusiast, I craved your presence multiple times throughout the day, seeking you out in my cozy bed, the living room, or even parked in the driveway. Let’s face it: I was hopelessly dependent on you, and you were always there to fulfill my wishes. In those early days, our connection felt seamless, a true harmony.
However, as with all relationships, ours began to shift. Most days, I could count on you, but sometimes, it took real determination to get you to join me. There were moments I fought for you, while other times I reluctantly conceded, convinced you would return. Some days, I fully embraced your offerings, maximizing our time together. Other days, I succumbed to your allure, letting your comforting hold envelop me completely. I’ll miss those lazy afternoons the most—those cherished moments of pure bliss.
I realize now that I took you for granted, believing we had all the time in the world. But here we are, and I must face the truth: it’s time to say goodbye, Nap Time.
Just as my eldest child was about to turn eight, my youngest, a spirited three-year-old, suddenly decided that naps were no longer for her. It was abrupt and unexpected; she just stopped without warning. For eight years, at least one of my three kids had taken a daily nap, allowing the others to enjoy some mandatory quiet time in their rooms. As a stay-at-home mom, Nap Time was my sanctuary—my opportunity for work, relaxation, or simply silence. But my little one began struggling at bedtime, tossing and turning for hours, plagued by nightmares that disrupted her sleep. Naps were becoming more of a hindrance than a help.
So, I bid you farewell, dear Nap Time. Your absence will leave a significant void in my life.
But wait! You can’t just vanish like that!
When else will I savor my coffee in peace? When will I have uninterrupted moments to write? When can I sneak away to the bathroom without an audience? When will I vent about parenting woes to my friends? When will I catch up on The Daily Show? Without you, staying awake long enough to watch it at 11 feels impossible.
I really need you, Nap Time! Just please don’t let this be our final farewell. Maybe one day we can reunite—meet me at the beach this summer, where I’ll lounge under an umbrella while the kids build sandcastles with their dad.
A sweet rendezvous, perhaps—one last fling. My love for you will never fade, Nap Time, and I cherish the incredible eight years we shared. Thank you for all the moments. Until we meet again!