~these are the days of laying with a napping toddler~
Putting kids to bed has never been my strong point. I’m not the kind of mom that can just lay her kids down and leave. I always enjoy a few minutes of snuggling or reading books together.
Maybe I’m a sucker. For them saying, “no mommy, just a few more minutes.” The answer to that is always, “sure, I’ll stay.” I’m not the best at saying no to this small request.
Regular bedtime routine with this crew looks different than naps, but I’m still a sucker for laying with them. Since I only have two, soon to be one napping child, I savor this nap time for different reasons.
I certainly look forward to my daughter’s nap time every day, even though she’s in the stage where she is often skipping it or else she’ll be up until after 9 or 10. It gives the older kids a chance to have a little extra time with me or we can catch up on schoolwork or it gives me a chance to
get a few things done think about what I need to get done.
But I savor it for a different reason too, and perhaps not what you might think. As much as I see moms thrilled for nap time to arrive so they can just get some extra quiet time, I’m not feeling that way. Because Naomi’s almost done napping, it means she’s getting older. She’s not quite three, but she seems to be that old already. And just as time continues to tick-tock the days away, so too will the day come when she no longer naps. And that means a new age, a new stage, a new independence.
More so, it means that there’s only one baby behind her and I’ll be the mama with only one napping child. Time, you steal so quickly these baby days, these toddler days, these small kid-big kid days. But you teach me to savor the small moments since they are so quickly gone.
And so, when nap time comes, I don’t mind laying with her. Sometimes we snuggle for ten minutes and read. Sometimes I stay with her until she falls asleep. Sometimes I make her fall asleep on her own. Sometimes I actually snooze next to her for a few minutes.
And it’s on days like today, when she falls asleep with me next to her, time seems to just freeze for a small moment. I don’t worry about what’s going on downstairs (thank goodness for older children that are independent and can take care of Judah), so I take a few extra minutes to breathe in her scent. Her hair. Her breath from lunch. I don’t always pray over her but sometimes I do. On days like today, I just watch her breathe. I watch the rising and falling of her chest and feel the rising and falling of these days. In this moment today, I realize how small I really am. How small my life really is, this, just watching my baby’s breathing, and passing the time so slowly in the moment.
Sometimes it feels like by the time this part of the day comes, nothing has happened. That everyone else’s lives must be much more exciting than this. I think of what else has to happen during the day and sigh a little. I want to just stay here and nap with her but that’s not the reality of today. So I quietly rise, kiss her sweet face, and go back to my day.
On the smallest of moments in the most mundane of days, I have to remind myself that to live big means I have to live small. That the rising and falling of days are made up of these small, seemingly simple moments of life. That just watching your child breathing is enough.
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