Back when Evan was two and Sean was just a babe in arms, I met another woman with children the same ages. She was a friend of a friend, who came over with her children for an impromptu play date. They all stayed through naptime. I went and put Evan to bed for his nap. At that time, Sean actually nursed around the same time as Evan’s naptime and usually fell asleep for his afternoon nap. It was beautiful.
I offered the mother the guest bed for her daughter. The mother declined. Because her daughter didn’t take naps any more. As I watched the toddler stumble around the room in exhaustion, I asked why.
“Because she cried so much I just gave up.”
I pitied the child. Not the mother. I had been there with Evan. In fact, I would sit just outside his room, placing him in his bed over and over for two hours before the kid finally gave in and fell asleep. Two hours. Yup, that was a fight worth fighting.
So when Sean started crying about being put to bed last week for his afternoon nap, I was shocked. Here was the boy who loved his bed because he could just go to bed when he was tired. What was wrong with this kid?
Then today as he cried for an hour and half, it dawned on me. Sean was two. He wanted to give up his nap. Sorry, dude, your mommy is willing to take this to the mat. Bring it on, little man. Bring it on.