Friends, family, and comrades in this thing called motherhood, we are gathered here together to say goodbye to our dear, beloved friend, Naptime.
She put up a good fight, but finally left our home at 3:13 Monday afternoon after five and a half long, tired, glorious years. Her departure was not unexpected, however we didn’t quite expect her to leave us this soon. You see, the twins are only 22 months, and we generally assumed she would hang on at least another year or so. Tragically, she left abruptly on a rainy afternoon, without even giving us the opportunity to say goodbye.
Naptime was a treasured friend.
She brought with her the gifts of silence, order, and sanity. She gave me a few hours of peace and quiet each day, time to catch up on household chores, to poop or eat chocolate or chips without interruption, to read, to write, peruse Pinterest, and to catch my breath.
My fondest memories of Naptime include the many hours she let me peep in on my children while they were sleeping, reminding me of just how adorable they really are. In short, Naptime made me a better mother, wife, and friend. Although I never thought Naptime would stick around forever, I’m struggling to know exactly how to function without her. With Naptime in the house, I always knew there was relief in sight. I knew there would be time to get the dishes done or laundry folded, and I had planned dates every afternoon. I knew no matter how exhausting the morning had been, a reprieve was within a few hours’ reach. I knew I would have the opportunity to “reset” and “refocus” for the afternoon and evening hours. Even though I know we will find a new rhythm and embrace life without her, I also know life will never quite be the same.
Naptime is preceded by her mother, Free Time, and leaves behind her sister, Quiet Time (“QT”). Although QT has the best of intentions, the children haven’t quite figured out how to live with her yet. Perhaps they, like myself, find her to be too familiar, and yet not quite the same.
I know that, being the amazing friend she was, Naptime would not want us to grieve her departure, but rather to embrace the time she leaves behind; time to embrace long days at the zoo or the beach without her interruption, to savor the ability to meet up with friends or make appointments at any time of the day, and to no longer have to explain my rigid schedule to anyone who might turn up their nose at my desire to live under Naptime’s rules.
While we do embrace the new freedom found in Naptimes departure, perhaps the greatest sorrow is found in the realization that this precious early childhood ritual is no longer a part of our regular routine, and so, in a sense, my children are growing up much faster than I anticipated. Their not-so-small bodies no longer need to recharge each day to thrive and grow. This is the sorrow that is most difficult for me to face.
And so, dear Naptime, we say goodbye. And yet we know it isn’t goodbye, but rather, “see ya later,” as we will most assuredly find you again in our retirement age, when our children are gone and enjoying children of their own. Until then, we thank you for the many ways you loved our family so well for so many years.
In lieu of flowers (although those can be nice) contributions can be made to the Starbucks on the corner of Washington and Lincoln in my name.