Sunday naps when I was growing up…
- Meant for my parents, not for me
- Excruciating and endless enforced quiet time
- Always resulted in sibling wars
- Always resulted in angry un-napped parents
- Always a staple of Sunday life at home
Sunday naps as an adult…
- Luxurious, and definitely meant for me
- Best and deepest sleep of the week
- Always something to look forward to
- Always resulting in refreshed outlook
- Always a staple of Sunday life at home
Sunday in my home was a day of rest. I remember how hard my parents tried to get that rest after a busy week of work, and how impossible it was with my brother and I in the basement throwing toys at each other. I never understood why it was so important to them that they have the opportunity for that quiet time to themselves…until I grew up. Let me just say that now I see the value in a marvelous Sunday nap! (And I owe them a long-overdue apology for the many Sunday naps that I ruined…)
Inside Recess Again 
I not only take a Sunday nap, I also enjoy a Saturday nap as well. I love my weekend naps. The perfect way to sum up the concept of a nap in the eyes of the child and the adult.
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Only we will realized the importance of what we were told when we are old. That is so true. I refused to take naps in the afternoon when I was asked to. Now, I crave and look forward to these peaceful moments in my bed.
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My Sunday too was one of rest. How I treasure the very thing I resisted as a child. I like the bulleted lists, I’m going to have to show that to my students.
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I took a nap yesterday for the first time in months and it was glorious.
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Life is all about perspective, isn’t it?! I am glad you were able to get rest (and get perspective on why it mattered to your parents.)
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I am a nap lover too and died a little death when my younger son gave them up before he was 2. Since I live alone I enjoy an afternoon nap many a Sunday. I love your then and now comparison.
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