Some (many) days I miss having a little baby to wear all day. But there are still days when I can put my two year old into the sling just to calm and comfort.
I can’t put him into the mei tai anymore, he doesn’t want to be carried long enough for those. His feet itch to feel the grass and his legs can’t help but hear the call of the wind, reminding him that soon it will be too cold to run outside.
Before I know it he’ll be too big to fit in the sling anymore. And after that too big for my arms. But that smile, the smile that tells autism to take a hike, it will always remind me of these moments of closeness.
I can’t get enough of his happy happy soul…