The other day, my good friend talked about her tiny tots sleeping for more than 12 hours. I am surprised and jealous. Not sure though which came first.

“Really?” I asked. “Do you give them sleeping syrup?” I was rude and she was shocked.

“Nooooooooo!” That was the longest no I had ever heard. Thought it wouldn’t end. Finally, “Why should I? They sleep on their own.”

See, now that’s where my problem starts.

Little Aanya was never a good sleeper to begin with. Though it didn’t bother me initially, later I started noticing that her sleep had reduced further even with a spurt in her daily activities. I have known teenagers to sleep for twelve hours while my toddler sleeps for tens hours tops. Is it normal?

And before you ask me, I have already talked to her pediatrician who sees nothing wrong with her.

“Is she bright and active after her sleep?” He asks.

I nod. “Then she is not sleep-deprived. Her body requires only these many hours of sleep.”

Believe me at that point, I felt like shouting, “Why God? Why me? It’s so unfair?”

How do I think of ways to keep her engaged for two more hours when my body is craving for that much-denied rest or when my mind is itching for some fun and relaxation?

It takes me an hour to put her to sleep at the end of which I realize I am almost asleep while my little princess is merrily singing her nursery rhymes at the top of her lungs.

And before I finish, I would like to apologize to all those friends and family who I might have ridiculed on such plight in my pre-motherhood era. Now, I sympathize with all those parents who go through the same.