I often say I’ve been building my company making the best daddy diaper bag in 4-hour increments of babysitting and 2 hour increments of naptimes. Those precious naps were vital to my early growth.
And then? They grew up.
Let it be know, that on the 21st day in a certain month, in a certain year of our parenting lords, my eldest child, who’d blessed me with so much sleep time for 39 months, gave up their afternoon nap. I may only express myself through poetry to face my new hell.
There once was a toddler who slept,
And made all their dad’s friends verklempt.
Until that one day,
When the nap went away
Now Dad looks at life with contempt.
Three years, two-hour naps
Now, night sleep evades ‘til ten.
Time to give up: me.
ODE…TO THE VANISHING NAP
Time. Fluid relative.
Once upon a time, my child stirred and I stopped breathing.
Then. A solid year of easy-peasy-breezy sleeping.
The nap: the gnomon of the day.
We revolved, we flowed.
But the shadow was always cast.
Dimmed lights, especially mine.
Indulgent? Necessary? Appreciated? Sans question.
Miraculous how four laundry loads regenerate a spirit.
Reading? Writing? Founding a fortune 500 company making baby gear for stylish dads?
Or simply making the best daddy diaper bag?
Icing on a piece of Amy’s bread cake.
Aaaaaaand no tears, no gruff. Just “that’s enough.”
Time to grow up, Daddy.
Time to change minds, Daddy.
Time to join reality, Daddy.
Time to SCREAM AND THROW MY OWN TANTRUM AND TEAR MY HAIR OUT AND BEG AND PLEAD FOR THEM TO PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE JUST GO.
I was beating my head against the wall when we lost these precious times because I just wanted to have that focused time to do my own work on ECKnox, my company making baby gear for stylish dads. This was just about the time my daddy diaper bag had been accepted into Barneys and I was getting my daddy diaper bag blogs and daddy diaper bag companies to put eyes on me…but I needed those two hours of focused work. Sigh.