The Afternoon Nap: A Lost Art Re-discovered

The Afternoon Nap: A Lost Art Re-discovered

This past wet weekend has once again strengthened my love and admiration for what I would consider a lost pleasure in today’s busy society and world of hectic daily routines.

The afternoon nap.

No matter what age you are, nothing beats the joy and simplicity of an afternoon nap. I envy this kid – he knows how to live! (image credit – post.jagran.com)

Picture if you will a rainy day, with cool temperatures and a dreary sky.  I’ve got a sweatshirt on, my socks are keeping my toes warm, and a light blanket is snugly wrapped around me as I settle into the recliner in my office (or better yet, find myself stretched out on my bed), take a long and cleansing breath, and let the soothing patter of raindrops on the windows take me away to a blissful and relaxing afternoon of slumber.

As a small child, I – like most toddlers – hated that I was often forced to take an afternoon nap, vowing to stay up all day when I was finally given the chance.  I lost the joy and simple pleasure of an afternoon snooze.

I rediscovered the nap in college, when after a carb-fueled lunch in the dining hall, nothing felt better than to come back to the dorm and blissfully fritter the afternoon away in joyous sleep (although my 1:00 p.m. Calculus class suffered greatly because of it, causing me to re-take the course the following semester due to my sleep-induced absences).

Upon having children, both my wife and I “found” the nap again, the long nights and even longer days of raising infants and toddlers making even a brief chance to get a quick “forty-winks” in an almost absolute necessity to survival.

And now?  Well, I don’t want to say that age plays a factor, but most Saturdays and Sundays find me scheduling in some down time and a chance to get up close and personal with my pillow during the daylight hours, if only for thirty minutes or so.  It’s one of the highlights of my weekend.

I find it hard to believe that there was a time when I hated the mere thought of taking a nap, but they do say that with age comes wisdom.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, Confucius has a date with his recliner.  I’ll see you all in an hour or so.

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