it keeps him close
it keeps us close
i can feel him breathing
when he lays his sweet tired head on my shoulder,
i can smell his babyness
he can see the world around him
he's not stuck staring at everybody else's knees
his big brothers can't poke his eyes out
i can hold his big brothers' hands in parking lots
he can hear my heart beating
we can communicate
i can kiss his sweet head
and whisper sweet everythings into his curls
sometimes i wear them two at a time
sometimes one of them is not happy about that
almost four is not too big to be held or worn
or snuggled and kissed by your mama
i wear my babies...
in a ring sling i made myself
in a sakura bloom ring sling
in a neobulle wrap
in a sleepy wrap
in a hotslings pouch
in a mei tai i made myself
in a podegi i made myself
and i will wear them until i can't wear them any more.
and no recall
or government regulation
can stop me.
babywearing is safer than riding in a car.