Now these kinds of naps don't come all the time. No, you have to earn this type of nap. These naps are born out of exhaustion, stress, and afternoon Sunday sunshine.
Today is no ordinary Sunday. Today is Mother's Day. And do you know what I was thinking as I pulled my drool-faced self out of the bowels of the bedsheets? Being a mom is much like sheet-imprint-napping. Being a mom is my most best-est, favorite life's work. My two babies are the funniest, funnest, sweetest of sweethearts. I look at them and have to convince myself that I am, in fact, awake, that this is no dream and I better keep my eyes open because it is goin' FAST! They make me proud to be their Mama, thankful to be their Mama, and heartburstingly-big-feelingly-butterflies-and-unicorns giddy to be their Mama!
This type of Mama-ing is the type that is earned. This type of Mama-ing is born out of exhaustion and stress. This type of Mama-ing leads to those lasting imprints on your body and face that only fools would refer to as wrinkles! This type of Mama-ing comes after an hour-long splinter removal, or when lessons in mass are learned through a shovel-meets-toes experiment, or when they are jumping and swinging on vines that you later learn are likely poison ivy. (Which all may, or may not have occurred only this week... and that was only with one child!)
But then that sweet afternoon Sunday sunshine filters through the dirt and grime of your bedroom window (thankfully, or that sun would be WAY too bright, and I ain't tryna live that life!) and lulls you into one of those most Narnial naps... You wake up just blurry-eyed enough to say "Self, you done well."
