When I was a kid, I thought my parents were crazy for taking their Sunday afternoon naps. Every Sunday, they would sneak away to sleep and not emerge for two or three hours. Such a waste of time, I thought. How could anyone take a nap?
Babies naturally slept. My body craved the extra renewal and sometimes crashed alongside my little ones.
The natural instinct of napping began to be resisted at ages two, three, and four. Their bodies needed to re-energize whether their minds agreed or not. Otherwise, the consequences of no nap created altered personalities. Crankiness would set in.
By school age, naps became obsolete, unheard of, definitely a waste of time.
Time passed and college arrived. Naps became a special commodity, a moment to steal away.
Fast forward years to a Sunday afternoon in my forties. A blanket snuggles against my body in my favorite recliner. My cat rests contentedly on my lap and I welcome the relaxation a nap invites. ZZZZzzzzz….