Never feel guilty about a nap

In just a little over 3 weeks my kids will be finished with another school year. The first one where all 3 of my kids were in school. I’m not sure what I thought it was going to be. The first 2 months were a wacky re-living of 2020 school year where one or more of my kids was being quarantined for close contact at any given time. They never were sick, but they spent a lot of time at home. I asked Brett more than once if I could just homeschool. He told me no. He was right.

Now, I can look back and see just what a gift this school year has been despite the hiccups. All 3 kids have thrived at their school-and when I hear about the horror that is a lot of campuses this year, I thank the Lord again and again for his constant provision for us. Sure, they’re doing well academically but the greatest import is will my children grow up to Love Jesus and Love others well? It might not seem like it, but I truly believe starting a class newspaper on your own initiative, telling your teacher that you were one of the ones who stood up when they weren’t supposed to at the lunch table, and helping a new girl get through the first month are all little parts of that.

But, all in all, it flew by and I’m struggling to remember it all in detail. I had grand plans. Oh, the projects I would complete! The volunteering I would do! The lunch dates I would have! And yes, now that I think about it- I actually did do a lot of all those things! But I also took naps.

I took the naps on days when I’d get up early to meet a friend for coffee before my kids got up for school-missing a couple of my favorite hours of sleep. But, I also took naps for the mother I was in 2010 who would have literally done anything for a nap. ANYTHING. I’m not sure what next year holds, or even tomorrow for that matter- and I don’t think I’ll ever regret a nap.

In all seriousness as someone who probably counts her self-worth by her busyness, this past year has been a stumble into this season of life. I’m still testing my toes in this new pool of “older kids”.

I’m honestly still shaky on my identity outside of being a mother of “littles”-but I’m here to remind myself today, that maybe it will never be that simple. Maybe instead I must continue to take each day as a gift, take each gift with an open hand. If there is anything the last few years have taught me, its that life can change rather quickly-so the lesson here?

Take naps when you can.