I'll be brief. But I miss my sweet little boy of this morning who sat on my lap and nuzzled against me as I planted kisses on his sweet forehead for several minutes. Several hours later, I unsuccessfully read his nap signals, and he had a complete breakdown just before his nap.
Before we took the paci away, the fussiness would gradually escalate, and I knew when I needed to begin the soothing pre-nap process. But now, we go from happily playing with toys to all-out crying and whimpering when I'm ready to sooth him before his nap.
"I want to sit on da couch!" he wails.
"Okay, sweetie, and let's read a story together."
"No! No story!" (sob, sob, sob). We read stories all the time, but stories are the enemy's messenger before nap time. They mean the fun is coming to an end.
I miss his paci. I miss timing the naps just right. Peanut and I always talk about saying goodbye to Camelot, how the good times get replaced with new, less pleasant behavior. And it's true. But as long as I get those tender nuzzling minutes with my, son, I'll be okay.
This morning's nuzzling conversation:
"Did you know that you are my little Simba cub?"
(Nuzzle, nuzzle, nuzzle.) "Yes."
2 comments:
Oh boy, I'm so there with you!!!!!!!!
It's so hard when they start not wanting naps. I'm the mean mommy who is not allowing naps due to sleepless nights otherwise:) We loved receiving your valentine picture and write up. We are so happy for the blessings in your lives!
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