Oh, Naps!

One of the Moms in our Kindermusik class walked in late to class yesterday. "Sorry, I had to wake Madison up from her nap after only an hour. She usually sleeps for 3." And thus begins the typical new mom nap conversation. For once, I was happy that Abby and I were in the majority-she is not the only baby who has a difficult time napping. And while it is nice to know I'm not alone, these conversations always take a turn that I just can't relate to. "I would kill for a 3 hour nap...imagine what you could get done...I *live* for nap time."

I'm not going to lie. The thought of 3 quiet hours all by lonesome is appealing. And my housekeeping skills, which can leave quite a bit to be desired, could really be benefited by that extra time.

But me? I live for the look on Abby's face when she realizes I have left the bedroom door open and the dog food unattended. And the subsequent chase that ensues. I live for the hysterical laughter that "This Little Piggy" causes. I live for the singing, the playing, the exploring, the snuggling, the drooly baby kisses. Some days I even live for the nap that we take together. I can't imagine how much I would miss out on if I was always watching the clock, eagerly anticipating the break.

Perhaps I developed this mentality to make myself feel better about the fact that my party girl of a baby would much rather be in the thick of the action than wasting daylight on a silly nap. I have never experienced that joy that is a 3 hour nap, maybe I would like it. Or perhaps this all stems from the fact that I am living out every dream I have ever had for myself. I'm raising a beyond beautiful daughter with a man that I am crazy about. And I don't want to miss one minute.