I’ve been meaning to write my first blog for a while. I wanted to write something profound and inspiring and have been waiting for the right moment, when I’ve been carrying my daughter in our favourite connecta, and she’s gazed into my face, the sun shining and everything has been perfect. The only problem is, that moment hasn’t happened in a while.
My daughter is no longer an adorable little squish, but is now a boisterous, independent and very active two and a half year old. When we go out, she will walk everywhere herself, and carry her own bag, with her juice and a spare change of knickers in it (just in case)! Who am I to crush her independence, it’s something that should be encouraged and celebrated! However this does mean that our days of babywearing are dwindling.
Today we went into town, and I asked her what she wanted to do. Did she want to walk? Or did she want to go up on Mumma? After careful consideration, she decided that she wanted to go to town on her scooter. After scooting the whole way into town, and walking around the shops with me for a couple hours, she was getting tired and asked if I’d carry her so she could have a ‘little rest for a bit’. I was already carrying 3 shopping bags, my bag, and her scooter, and the noise and busy streets of town was starting to get to me, so I knew that adding a child to the load I was already lugging about might be pushing it slightly. But then I remembered. I remembered that in the bottom of my bag, underneath wooly hats, dirty tissues and a book or two, was our old friend. Our Connecta. And suddenly everything was going to be ok.
Which is really the whole point of this blog post. I rarely carry her now, and our Connecta spends most of it’s time in my bag. But it’s always in my bag! Because it folds down so small, I can keep it in there along with the other toddler essentials, such as spare socks, 5786 hair clips and a peppa pig teddy. This means that it’s always there whenever it’s needed. After a fall from her scooter. When a scary motorbike rides past. When there are no more purple fruit pouches left in the shop. And when everything has become too much for my independent little lady, and she just needs to be held close.
This is where our babywearing journey has brought us, and with a little help from our friend, our faithful Connecta, it will keep going a while longer.
And I couldn’t be happier.