For all the babywearing moms.
I strapped my tantruming 2-yo to my back, rolled up my sleeves, and dug into the dishes, hoping the closeness and the movement would help her calm down.
The cries eventually turned to whimpers. The whimpers to sighs. The sighs to silence. She was asleep.
Time to lay her down for a nap.
But first I stepped into the bathroom to scoop up the dirty clothes for the laundry. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My silhouette was augmented with extra appendages. Little tiny fingers, toes, arms, and legs, were peeking out from the left and right.
And stared. Continue reading