I remember the begging, the stalling and the tears that were triggered every time my Mom said ”It’s time for bed” when I was a kid. The thought of sleeping through all the exciting things that must happen after 9pm was, well, unthinkable. In fact, I would sneak down the hall to peer through the partially closed door to watch TV with my parents and listen in on their adult conversations.
And nap time? That was an even bigger fight. It was the middle of the day and I didn’t want to miss a thing. My Grandmother, who watched me while Mom was at work, was adamant about the daily hour of rest. Looking back, I realize she needed the break more than me.
These days I can’t wait to climb into bed. Every afternoon, the lure of fluffy pillows and cozy blankets call, “come and lay your weary head.” A busy schedule filled with adult responsibilities makes me long for the respite that only sleep can bring. But, when I do give in to the call, it’s with guilt and a sense of shame.
I didn’t appreciate the daily nap when I was a kid. Now I know what a luxury sleep can be. Eureopeans understand this. In fact, businesses actually close down for several hours each afternoon to allow time for lunch and then a siesta. I’m thinking of moving just for this reason alone.
We Americans are always striving to have more and be better but sometimes just laying the hell down can bring clarity that no amount of work ever could. If there’s no way to take a nap in the afternoon, how about just leaving the office for an hour at lunch time? Most people I know don’t even take a lunch anymore. It’s no wonder stress and related diseases are on the rise. I think we should all listen to my Grandma. She was right. It’s nap time.
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