word on the street is, naps are bad. at least this seems to be how my six month old feels. she screams {and i mean scream, not cry} at the top of her lungs whenever it comes time for this event. it's not just in the crib; it's in mama's bed too, or while being rocked, and in her swing, or with mama IN the crib. most days i just park it with her in the rocker, and hope that the crying will last a little shorter than the day before. my patience has grown to astronomical levels, while my heart has broken a thousand times over at the little pout her lips make.
for some reason today seemed to be extra trying, and on the verge of tears myself i kept thinking, "i can't wait til you like to sleep. and can you be a genius baby that talks at seven months so you can tell me what's wrong?". but then it hit me: someday she's not going to be crying, she's going to be able to tell me exactly what i'm doing wrong, and then elaborate on it. she's not going to love seeing my face so much that she wants to stay awake instead of sleep. she's going to be running off to friends' houses and coming home to tell me how cool her friend's mom is, while asking me what on earth i'm wearing and letting me know how i could make it better. suddenly i was thankful for her inability to talk, i was warmed at the thought of her loving my presence so much she can't miss it for a second. and then, i gave in to the crying. she's growing so fast. i'm only going to be the coolest person for so long. and she's only a baby for an even shorter time. some days the fact that she doesn't want to nap make it feel like i'm failing. thankfully it's those days she decides to look me in the eyes and smile with hers. somehow once she does it i can't remember what her cry sounds like.
we're not failing, mamas. just ask your baby.
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