I have a good-sized babywearing stash. I have mei tais and ring slings and pouch slings. I have woven wraps and soft structured carriers. There are 15 in all, plus a home-made babywearing poncho. My collection is large enough that I can pretty much always find a baby carrier to match both my outfit and the situation.
Whether you have 1 baby carrier or 37, there is an inevitable truth, though. Babywearing does not last forever. No one (that I am aware of) transports their 7-year-old to school on their back in a back wrap cross carry. For one thing, most 7-year-olds exceed the weight limit of your average baby carrier. But even if they didn’t, it would be unwieldy and uncomfortable to carry a larger child for long. Plus, I doubt most kids would want all their friends to see them riding in a baby carrier.
My Hannah is rapidly closing in on her 5th birthday, and is well out of the babywearing phase. She gave it up by her 2nd birthday, and then had a brief renaissance at around 2 1/2. By the time that she was 3 and I was pregnant again babywearing ended altogether. It became extremely cumbersome to wear the carrier in a way that was secure, but accommodated my growing belly. I also wanted a break before the new baby arrived, since I thought that would be easier on Hannah than kicking her out of the sling so I could put her brother in it. The end of babywearing was pretty natural by that point, and we both took it well.
Now Jacob is 16 months old, and I can see that he is at the beginning of the end of babywearing. I still wear him on my back for some naps, but he just doesn’t want to be worn when he’s awake. He would rather be down and running around under his own steam. He’s got too much exploring to do to spend the day literally attached to his mama. More and more he lunges for the ground when he’s in the carrier, or complains when he sees me take it out. He’s got walking to do, man.
I don’t know if I will have any more children. I would give it, at best, even odds. Knowing that this could be the last baby I wear, I feel sad to think that it’s ending. I’m sure Jacob will return to it now and again, but we are undeniably on the road that will lead to its end. This is as it should be, of course. But I am sad all the same, which is maybe also as it should be. There is a lot of sadness in motherhood. Watching your kids move away from you is not an easy process.
I am going to miss the days when I wore Jacob for hours on end. The way he would snuggle up to me and fall asleep almost instantly when he was in a baby carrier. The walks I took when I could go anywhere, because my wee little man was safely nestled against me. Maybe the most of almost any parts of his babyhood, I will miss the babywearing.
How about you? What part of babyhood do you remember most fondly? I want to soak up every last bit I have left, it’s all slipping through my fingers so very fast.
























































