Let Me Have a Nap

NappingI need a nap.  These days especially I seem to need one but for me it has been a long standing tradition.  Unfortunately it is not a habit which some people approve of.  One person I know scorns me for napping and sees it as some sort of badge of honour that she doesn’t nap.  It proves she is not weak or old.

In my family a nap has been an long time tradition.  My Grandfather worked hard and most nights in the winter he had to get up in the middle of the night to stoke the coal fire at home and at his shop which was three blocks away.  When he came home at noon for lunch he would eat and then head to his Lazy Boy for a twenty minute nap.  He would then miraculously waken and head to the kitchen where he made a milk shake, kissed my grandmother and headed back to the shop.

I began the nap habit when my children were small.  I worked at night cleaning offices which meant tucking the kids in and then heading out the door to work until about midnight.  I would come home and rest for three hours and then be up again at 5 and go clean some more until 7.  Sometimes in the mornings I would take kids with me but most often I would get home in time for them to get ready to school.  In the daytime I babysat a small collection of neighbour kids.  Believe me, at 1 pm EVERYONE had a nap.  It was only an hour and they didn’t even have to sleep but I managed to steal at least half an hour and it kept me going for the next round.

Ever since I have treasured my nap.  Not always have I had jobs conducive to the mid day nap but there were lunch hours when I could be found with my office door closed and my self curled up on the floor with a cushion under my head.  Other times I would take a short nap when I got home from work and opt for a later supper.

Sunday naps of course are a rule of the church I believe (tongue planted in cheek).  I don’t think there are too many of us who attend church who don’t go home, have lunch and then slip off for a quiet Sunday afternoon snooze.  It’s just part of the Sabbath practice and a good one in my books.

Recent studies I have read promote the use of the nap and especially the idea of the 20 minute one which my grandfather was a champion of.  For me, less than an hour is not enough.  Much of that has to do with me taking a good 20 minutes to doze off.  My head is so full of stuff that needs to wind down before I can rest.  At any rate, naps are proving to be a good thing.

So please, if you don’t want to nap, that is your right but don’t criticize those of us who really need to have that little bit of sleep.  Depriving us of our nap could be dangerous for my health and yours.  🙂


About Peggy Guiler

You just never know what show up on my blog. As the name implies it is about the stuff of life just like Spilt Milk. Everyday events spark thought and contemplation. Special events in the community, the country or the world may strike a cord and get me talking. Sometimes it's about people in my life or circumstances, sometimes about my garden, sometimes about a book or a political issue. Always it's about something I am passionate about. In my business, River of Hope Enterprises (www.riverofhopeenterprises.com), I work as an "Certified Coach" (International Coach Federation), a trainer, consultant and speaker. and as a spiritual director. I also drive a school bus to keep the wolf from the door while I build my business. I love the kids on the bus (most of the time). My family is grown and I have three grandkids who thrill my heart but I don't get to see any of them very often. Circumstances of life have made "family" difficult. My son died by suicide at age 16 in 2000 and the strain on our family relationships since has been huge. Mental health is a field where I worked for almost 22 years and where I still do some consulting and training. That combined with my own battle with depression and my son's death weave together to form some of my greatest soap box items: suicide intervention, suicide bereavement and peer support in mental health are right on the top of my list. Social justice is an underlying passion. Keeping the wolf from the door as a single parent was full-time work and my career path as a journalists was augmented with cleaning contracts, cooking, retail clerk, and bartending. I have known hard work and am grateful for the experience and perspective it has given me. A firmly grounded faith and a passion for learning has now taken me toward a new field as a Spiritual Director and I am soon adding to that a license to marry people. As I move toward retirement I am very aware that I have to keep working so I chose to do things which will meet my modest financial needs and also my love of supporting people in their life journey. Woven into all of this is my love of writing. Trained as a Journalist, and having worked in the field as a freelance news writer for many years, I have a great love for writing. This blog is a new beginning for me. As I hone my skills and begin to form a daily discipline of writing I hope it will lead to more writing in the future.
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3 Responses to Let Me Have a Nap

  1. I heartily agree, Peggy. Napping is sacrosanct in my books. I find as well though, that the 20 minute nap that they talk so lovingly about, is not enough for me. I wish it was, because many of us do not have the luxury of taking more than that. I always took a nap with my children when they were young. Who knew which one we might be up with that night. It always seemed somewhat inviting to clean like furry while they slept and get other work done, but then I would be exhausted for the ready of the day. So I would nap and when they awoke we would work together and get the work done. And we would all be much happier.

  2. The Mexican people call it a siesta.

  3. My grandparents swore by what they called their “40 winks”!

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