Today, naptime came with a tight afternoon schedule. I didn’t have the time to do the hour long ritual that my toddler requires before finally settling into sleep. Congruently, what time I did have, I lacked in energy otherwise. I k-n-e-w it would be an hour of him screaming, getting out of bed, me walking him back into bed, lifting him, explaining (pleading) and starting again. Rinse and repeat. Times easily 60. Even the strongest of souls will be worn out by the end of this cycle. It is so ‘not peaceful’. Today the children had a doctor’s appointment in about an hour and a half, so there simply wasn’t the time for the song and dance (typed loosely… more like a scream and shout) for an hour and then any type of reasonable nap. It was just an inevitable mess if I chose to take part. Today I chose not to. Instead, I shut the blinds, lay both children down under the covers in front of a little Sesame and let them just relax.
It was quiet. It was peaceful. Was it perhaps, the calm before the storm as two hours later both children squealed in exhausted temper tantrums? Sure. Could I now focus on that? Easily. Instead, I really noticed and appreciated the peaceful, calm, quiet of two siblings cuddled up on a rainy day, listening to Ernie talk about his nose. It was one of those moments that can be easily overlooked in a shuffle of a busy day, but not today. This perfect loving moment was acknowledged. It was photographed for sharing, engrained forever in a mother’s memory, appreciated and absolutely adored. My calm and quiet, love under covers…. with Ernie and Bert….my girl and my boy…. the three of us in a successful quest for afternoon peace.
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