I am in mourning. Mourning over the death of my oldest son's nap time. He has always been a good sleeper. He slept through the night at 10 weeks old. He took great naps when he was a toddler. I remember a time when he would sleep 3 to 4 hour naps and I would have glorious time to myself to do whatever I wanted. He is now 5 and a half and it seems we are finally done with naps. I thought it was over a year ago, but not wanting to give up that time, I pushed naps on him because it seemed he still needed the sleep. Over this past year though, the nap has been slowing dying. It went from most days he was napping to a few days a week to only one or two days a week. It has now been about 3 weeks since his last nap, and yesterday when I attempted to make him nap (and it didn't work out), I realized I was going to have to let it go. I cried some tears. Not only has the nap died, but my alone time in the afternoon has died with it. It is the end of an era so to speak. He will be in kindergarten in the fall, most likely in the mornings. This of course is when my other boys are awake. They will nap when the older one is home in the afternoons. I love my children and wouldn't trade them for the world, but motherhood is hard and exhausting work. I always looked forward to that hour or two when it was just me and the house was quiet, and I could just rest for awhile to gear up for the second half of the day. But no longer will I have those times. That is why I am in mourning. I will probably be sad for a few days, but soon I will get used to the change. I suppose I should treasure these precious moments, because time will go by fast and one day I will be sitting here, the house quiet, and I will miss those sweet little voices.
So goodbye nap time. You will be missed.