Nap Time

 I used to share nap time with my youngest. Well… it was nap time for me. Or it was supposed to be. I’d lie down for a nap and he’d tumble into the bed and decide that it was play-time. He’d offer me his blankie, I’d accept, snuggle it, and then he’d steal it away. I would petulantly say "hey!" and he would giggle. Then he’d offer it again. Repeat.

It was called "The hey game." 

I lay down for a power-nap about 45 minutes ago and discovered that my youngest, now almost eight years old, had left his blankie in my bed. It’s a nice, thermal item — too small to be an adult blanket, but perfect for wrapping around a bald head, turban-style. I did so.

Nobody stole it from me. On the one hand that left me longing for the days when my children were younger. On the other hand, I got a nice, warm nap with a blankie wrapped around my head.

Sometimes the good things in life are better when they’re enjoyed while savoring the memories of other good things in life.

10 thoughts on “Nap Time”

  1. When I was around 35, my father and I went to DisneyWorld together. We were meeting my brother and his family there; they’d gotten an earlier start. As we were queuing up to disembark from the ferry into the park itself, I saw a little girl, about 11, holding her father’s hand and bouncing up and down with excitement while turned to face him.

    So I took my father’s hand, and I bounced up and down, sing-songing, “I’m going to DisneyWorld with my dad-dy! I’m going to DisneyWorld with my dad-dy!”

    And I can’t help but think that, one way or another, you are going to play “the hey game” again one day. 🙂

  2. When I was around 35, my father and I went to DisneyWorld together. We were meeting my brother and his family there; they’d gotten an earlier start. As we were queuing up to disembark from the ferry into the park itself, I saw a little girl, about 11, holding her father’s hand and bouncing up and down with excitement while turned to face him.

    So I took my father’s hand, and I bounced up and down, sing-songing, “I’m going to DisneyWorld with my dad-dy! I’m going to DisneyWorld with my dad-dy!”

    And I can’t help but think that, one way or another, you are going to play “the hey game” again one day. 🙂

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