Lindsay Gill: Nap time reflection

Saturday, November 9, 2013

Nap time reflection

Luke has been teething up a storm.  It is unclear which teeth are coming in, because he already has seven!  But we have buckets of drool and he is a little extra clingy.  So during nap time yesterday, I laid down with him on the small bed in his room, and he fell asleep...holding on for dear my hair.

Wait a minute...nap time is my break!  Time to catch up on cleaning, shower, peel the Puffs off my clothing, and sometimes even work on my blog.

Why wouldn't you just try to un-cling him? Said no mother, ever.  John Paul likes to act out Luke's response to waking up after being "un-clinged."  "Helppp I'm so tired I can't sleep and I was sleeping but now I can't and I'm so sad that I'm not sleeping because I need to because I'm just a baby and this is the worst thing ever!!"

Well that's okay, I thought.  Because I had my phone within arm's reach.  I could crush some candy.  Three candies in a row, maybe five in a row!  As if on cue, my phone alerted me that the battery was at 10%.  Dismiss.  Again on cue, Sarah tweeted this article called The Passion of Parenting.  I knew I only had 10% of phone battery to check it out.

Here were the parts that stood out to me:

"She taught me that you must allow yourself time to find stillness and so you can be moved by it. Sometimes we are so busy that we forget why we’re busy. We have so many things on our list of priorities that we lose sight of what’s really important.
And she taught me that my children are not truly mine. They don’t belong to me; they’ve simply been entrusted to me. They are a gift life gave to me, but one that I must one day give back to life. They must grow up and go away and that is as it should be."

I've said the second part myself.  I feel like Luke is not "mine."  That he is so smart and has such a wonderful personality and he's teaching us more than we could ever teach him.  How did this little person come into our lives and hearts?  And how can it already hurt to think of the day we drop him off at college?  (Don't get me wrong, we hope and pray that we get to do that).

But yesterday, it was time for the stillness.  I was forced into stillness.  I could just look at this little angel next to me and listen to his breathing (snoring!).  I had just complained to John Paul that our days of snuggling with Luke seemed to be over now that he rolls and stands and tumbles and can't seem to sit still.  Well I was blessed with about one hour of stillness with my Luke.  I know many moms who want to know when their last breastfeeding session will be so they can remember it.  Luckily I've been winging this whole thing so I wasn't upset when that day came and went without even realizing.  But my mom did say that you never know when your last time cuddling will be before your boy is grown up.  When cuddling isn't "cool" anymore.

Well I thank God for forcing that stillness on me.  For giving me the time to reflect.  To look at my angel, hear his snoring.  I have a habit of trying to keep doing something, even if it is crushing candies.  I was so blessed to spend the time a much better way yesterday.

On a lighter note, my scenario reminded me of this post I read on preparing for breastfeeding (a parody) that had me laughing out loud!  It reminds me of yesterday when I couldn't move a muscle for fear that I would wake Luke.

"Breastfeeding in the early stages:
1) You can lose the brillow pad but you must replace it with a warm liquid that you’re not fond of the smell of.
2) Hold a 10 pound sack of potatoes up to your chest and pretend to nurse. Now pour this liquid all over your shirt. Now put it in your hair. Dump it in your lap. Basically just everywhere.
3) Change your shirt without washing any of it off of your skin. Let it dry to yourself. Bask in it.
4) Switch sides and do it again. Just leave this shirt on for the rest of the day because now the sack of potatoes is sleeping and you can’t move for two hours. FREEZE for two hours. The remote is just out of reach and you have to watch Peppa Pig for two hours. (Go ahead and watch Peppa Pig. It’s f***ing awful.)
5) When two hours have gone by, do it again."

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