"Baby Naps" Memoir
My mother gave me a subscription to Parents Magazine when I announced I was pregnant. I’ve read every article on babies. The magazines are now saved in a box for future reference on the terrible twos, and pre-school options, and preparing for the first teacher conference, and helping a shy child make friends, and how to talk to your child about death, and every parenting worry I will have one day.
My Nathan is a month old and every woman who has ever had a child gives advice:
“You hold him too much. Don’t spoil him.”
“Use his nap time to cook and clean. You’ll feel better with a clean house.”
“Put him in the crib and let him cry himself to sleep...run the vacuum so you can’t hear him.”
“Whenever he sleeps, take a nap or read a book. Do something for yourself.”
I thank them and smile.
Alone in our house I put him in a carrier to make a casserole. I move his bassinet as I dust and tell him how thankful I am to be his mother and how much his daddy loves him and that I know he will become a great man, but for now he is my baby.
I rock my boy to sleep and watch his breath. His nostrils flare on the intake. His lips form a circle, then widen into a smile.
Sleep, dust, books, and dishes can wait.