DocAndersen
Young boys have a lot of energy. When the boys were five or six, a great Tai Kwon Do Dojo opened near the house. It was in the strip mall that was about two miles from our house. We, and by we I am using the Royal We, it was mostly my wife that did the sleeping, slipped the boys to the Dojo twice a week. It helped burn their energy. They loved the graduation ceremony when they got to break boards. We loved that they were tired when they got home.
Naps, you see, had stopped when the boys were four. I cannot, as a parent, tell you how much I missed naps when the last child stopped taking them. I missed them so much. I could go outside and mow the lawn while they were napping. I could watch a football game, which my wife claims were just code for taking a nap on the couch. I could read a book or watch a movie and not worry about interruptions.
When the boys were little they loved to jump on me when I was sleeping, knees first right in the stomach. I cannot tell you how many naps were interrupted by that activity. Or the two of them attacking me when I was stretching my back on the ground. That was another favorite activity. Those didn’t happen when they were napping. I missed the days of napping. I miss them still although now I just take a nap and ignore the kids.
