The naptime ritual that broke me today

I swear, the way one kid’s blanket got tangled in the corner of the cot like a tiny, desperate knot—just as I was about to declare ‘quiet time’—made me pause. I didn’t fix it. I just stared at it for three full seconds. Then I whispered, ‘This is what we’re doing now.’ And suddenly, the whole room felt like a sacred space. Not because of the silence, but because of how small things hold so much weight when no one’s watching. I’ve been teaching for twelve years and still get undone by naps.