I fantasize daily about someone telling me, "It's time for your nap". This caring person makes sure I'm fed, and that my hands and face are clean. They entice me into a comfortable, safe place, and admonish anyone who makes a noise loud enough to disturb me. Why is it, then, that I so often have to convince my girls that a nap would be soooo nice?
Violet is 3+ and naps most days, after a small battle. I make her a nest in our bed, place pillows around her, cover the windows and turn on the fan, and cuddle with her till those stubborn eyelids start to blink more and more slowly...finally, the shutters close, and those protest-tear-damp lashes are at rest on her cheeks.
She sucks her thumb sporadically; when her hand falls from her mouth, I know it's safe to creep away, leaving her in this blissful state of safety, comfort, and blessed rest.
If you could nap an afternoon away, where would you do it?