Every family has its specialty. It’s something unique that runs in the family. For example, some families boast a long line of musically-inclined people. Others have a bevy of captains and generals and run their families like they’re all in the military. Think Captain Von Trapp and his whistle (although his family was into belting showtunes, too).
Some families excel at science. Still others always win on game shows like, Family Feud. Then there are the Kennedy’s, who thrive on competition and can’t get together without playing touch football. Which they’re very good at, I might add.
There are the Hilton’s and the Marriott’s, who are famous for their hotel kingdoms. The Vanderbilt’s for their wealth, the Roosevelt’s for politics, and of course, the Brits have their Royal Family, who love adorning their heads with fascinating fascinators.
Yes, all families have something that distinguishes them from others. Mine is no exception.
We are a family of nap-takers. Sure, Latin families are known for being hot-blooded, salsa dancing, and eating spicy food, and we’re no exception. But when it comes to napping, we’ve mastered the art.
We come from a long line of nappers, starting with Jose Alberto Pedro Jamás Medina, who first came to America on the Mayflower way back when. Yes! He was on the Mayflower–as the only Puritan from Spain–but he happened to be napping when the ship landed at Plymouth Rock, and he slept all the way through to South America. Not realizing what had happened, he cursed Miles Standish for not awaking him, and landed, alone and sleepy-eyed, on the sandy shores of Venezuela and proceeded to take a nap.
Okay, maybe that’s not exactly how it happened, but you get the point. We’re the kind of family that can fall asleep on a dime and probably miss many a great moment in history. Like the invention of the light bulb, the demise of silent films, and the first step on the moon. Yep, we slept through all that.
From the moment I was born, I was napping. It came naturally to me, like second nature. My father would take several naps during the day. My mother could nap while washing the dishes–by hand. Or at her sewing machine, while still putting the pedal to the metal. My eldest brother was famous for taking four-hour naps. My ideal nap was 20 minutes in length.
My father would take us on road trips–once all the way to St. Louis Missouri, and do you think any of us remember the scenery? Nope. Except for my father, we were all napping.
Upon arrival we checked into a motel and got some shut-eye. Ah, bliss.
If I’m not driving the car, I’m napping in it. The traffic sounds and the car’s movement–which often makes some people carsick–don’t bother me. I can sleep through anything during the day, including broad daylight. You can even blast The Who or Led Zeppelin on the stereo. Bring it on!
Anything goes when napping during the day, but at night I need ABSOLUTE silence and darkness. Never needed a nightlight in my life. Too distracting. Give me pitch black darkness in a quiet house, with not a creature stirring, not even a mouse, and I’m good for the duration.
Napping is utterly divine. In college, I’d go visit my brother who was attending a different school 20 minutes away by train. I’d nap on the train and when I’d arrive to see him and his girlfriend, it didn’t take long for us to close our eyes and nap in the dorm. After all, dorm is short for dormitory, which is Latin for dormire. Or sleep.
Napping while sitting in a comfy chair watching TV, is sheer perfection. I also nap on planes, on trains and once in a hot-air balloon. The subway, with its rumble and deafening roar, is a delightful place for a nap. So are elevators–ever hear of the 3-minute nap? Sure, some people need 40 winks. Two is fine for me, thank you very much.
Of course, I draw the line at escalators. Not a good place for a nap. Nor are revolving doors, don’t ask me why.
Ever sleep standing up? Piece of cake. Though it’s easier to do if there’s a wall nearby.
Napping. Some can do it. Others can’t get the hang of it. For my family, there’s nothing like the peaceful feeling that washes over you when you slip into oblivion. And all it takes is 10 minutes. Okay, maybe 20. Now you’re talking.
How about you? Taken a good nap lately?