It had to happen sometime, I just didn’t expect it to be this soon. Little Man seems to have officially given up his nap. Unfortunately I don’t think his little body is ready to make it through the whole day without a rest, and his ‘quiet time’ in his room is neither quiet nor sufficiently restful. Hence the nightly temper tantrum around 5 or 6. The good news though? He’s going to bed easily and sleeping until almost 7AM! (That’s a big improvement from 5:00 waking)
It’s one of those few parenting milestones that isn’t accompanied by joy and celebration. We don’t announce to the grandparents – “Guess what Little Man did!” We don’t recognize it in any way. No high five or congratulations. Because somewhere, in the recesses of our minds, we don’t want to believe that our kids have really stopped napping. We want to think that our precious bundles of energy will still go quietly into their rooms – maybe after a few days of this no-nap madness – and resume their previous habit of an hour or two of virtual unconciousness. Or, to put it more succinctly, we still want ‘me time’ in which to rest, do a laod of laundry, take a shower, or write a blog post in peace and quiet.
So please excuse me while I slink back into denial. My child hasn’t really given up his nap. He’s just taking a brief sabbatical from it. In another day or two surely he’ll realize that resistance is futile and naps are a Blessed. Gift. From. God.