Baby Wearing for Professionalshowtobeadad
Here’s the thing. I’m not the best father in the world. Half the time, I have this feeling that I am the WORST dad on the planet. Some days I wonder if I am horribly disfiguring my son’s mental state. Actually, let’s call it daily. I love the guy so much and try moderately hard, but I know I have failings. And I try to work on them every day.
When we found out we were having a baby, I was elated. I’d wanted to be a father one day, but not because I thought I would do well at it. I wanted to correct things that I’d endured and give my son the same experiences that I cherish. I wanted to give someone unconditional love. Have my lineage, DNA or otherwise, time travel to the future.
That unconditional love transformed into baby wearing. I wanted to know everything about it. The difference between slings, carriers and wraps. What the hell is a wrap? How do I know if a sling fits right? Anyway, I’m not going to be all “helpful” in this post and give you any answers. That would be ridiculous of me.
Instead, I want to tell you to invest yourself. Invest yourself into your kid, knowing that you suck and that they may hate you, knowing that you might mess it all up yet still have someone sitting there that loves you back, unconditionally.
The above is what I tell myself, after I’ve practically scooped my brains out through my eye sockets from guilt and had the smarts to take a look at this photo below…
That photo reminds me of the job I have to do. To carry, protect, keep close and support my son. With or without a Moby wrap. It tells me there are things I can do, and do well. That my mediocre is better than most, better than the guys who are never around whose kids never got to know them.
Show them how strong you are. Hold that baby tight, men.