I’m sitting in my driveway with a sleeping baby in my backseat and listening to a woodpecker attack one of the neighborhood trees. My laptop is picking up the house’s wifi and playing my favorite type of music on Pandora. It’s a sunny day, and the car is blocking us from the chilly wind. It’ so incredibly peaceful. I know a lot of folks would criticize me because I haven’t been able to master my child’s sleeping habits and the fear of an overly tired, hyper toddler is enough to keep me from moving her out of her carseat, but I don’t care. For me, the chaos and stress of a forced nap (and usually resulting in an unsuccessful attempt of said nap) is not worth it. She’s small. She won’t sleep in the car for every nap. Life is good. Besides, if she napped inside, I couldn’t watch the wind pick up leaves, twirl them around, and place them back on the ground. I couldn’t enjoy the winter sun on my skin. I would feel obligated to do laundry, make beds, and put away toys. When everything is said and done, a moments peace and balance is more enjoyable than an empty kitchen sink.
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