The cornfield across the street preparing for its winter nap.
The only way
I can get my three year old twins to nap is by joining them.
last week, the day after a horrid night of fevers and chills that kept the
littlest one and me up until well past one a.m.
The fever broke by morning, but we were all haggard with a chest cold
that refused to let us go. I don’t
remember how we made it through the morning, but by afternoon I had only one
My boys gave
up napping last spring and since then we’ve instilled a daily practice of “quiet
time” which is routinely loud and filled with interruptions, arguments, loud
crashes and the daily dismantling of their entire room. The other day I ventured upstairs to
investigate an alarming racket and found one boy hammering the pine paneled wall
above his bed with a giant metal hammer.
Most days I
flee to the kitchen during the “quiet” hour, the room from which I can hear the
least. One day a few weeks ago I laid
down on the kitchen floor and took a nap on a small rug, right there beside the
sink and cupboards; I curled up like a cat.
last Wednesday I announced my plan – we would be napping, together. The boys were excited, curious. Where would I sleep? Would I have a sleeping bag? Would we really all be in the same room?
them in with their blankets, curtains closed, lights out. They watched me stretch out on the thin wool
race car rug with my pillow and a fleece blanket.
I lay still,
sleep settling like a fog and listened as they each sat up to peer at me as if
to call my bluff, but I stayed silent and still and one by one they took it as
truth – we were going to sleep.
Isaiah was first
to give in and I listened as his breathing deepened, his body relaxing into a
restful rhythm. Levi tossed and turned, fidgeting,
then he took up his stuffed kitty with the rattle inside and began shaking it
said, “No. You need to be quiet. Close your eyes.”
He laid the
cat aside and I don’t know which of us fell first, but two hours later I woke
to the quiet of two still-sleeping boys.
that we napped together.
pulled the trick again. Since the change
to daylight savings time our rhythms of rest and wakefulness have been oddly
skewed by early morning waking and early evening meltdowns. My boys were tired and needed rest, so I
tucked them in again, this time leaving the room to head downstairs for a
They were quiet,
but restless, tossing and turning and I knew with certainty it wouldn’t be long
before the whispering, then shouting began.
Sitting at the computer I could feel my own exhaustion weighing me down
and eventually I gave in. Climbing the
stairs with a pillow and blanket in hand, I pushed their bedroom door open to
find two bright-faced boys sitting up in bed.
I sent them
to the bathroom, then tucked their blankets in again. I told them we would all be napping and
stretched out on the dirty blue rug with my cell phone on vibrate beside me so
we wouldn’t over sleep and miss the bus bringing the older kids home.
first again and Levi and I had our usual back and forth, then we all sank
together in that small dark room.
learning lately about the sacredness of rest; how sleep can be prayer and worship
rolled into one. In the silent stillness
of my boys’ room, I felt us all enveloped by the holy, as though returned to the womb of
life, the place where we’re nurtured in darkness and formed in our inmost
my boys the art of surrender, of giving in to the body’s need for rest – here,
lay your head down like so, cover yourself, be still, be silent – or is it they
who, in their evident need, are teaching me?
This is what
I pondered when I woke before them yesterday and slipped downstairs to stare
out at the empty cornfield with a sleepy kitten in my lap – how rest is a learned behavior, something
my boys, I am reminded again that God rested, right there in the beginning of
the bible, before all of the other good and exciting things, God took a day off.
Almost as if God was sure we would never
figure it out on our own.
God rests still, with us, when we stretch out long on an old wooden floor or snuggle
up sweet like the twins in their big boy beds.
God models rest and invites us in whispering as the silent night settles and wraps her wings around us, “Here,
lay your head down like so, cover yourself, be still, be silent, rest.”