The thing about babywearing, is that it’s kind of like a gateway drug to attachment parenting. You can’t help but continue to cuddle them… and then all of a sudden they’re big and it’s too late… you’re in too deep and you just can’t stop the cuddles!
This photo was taken over 2 years ago now, and although he’s too big to babywear, I still cuddle him to sleep every night.
Sometimes people ask: “But he’s almost 4 years old, when will you just say goodnight and he’ll go to bed?” I don’t think they understand that I actually like cuddling him to sleep. Like, why wouldn’t I? It takes 10 minutes and he’s out for the night, why would I fight for him to go to sleep on his own?
We spend our whole lives trying to find someone to sleep in our beds with us, but then when we have a baby for some reason there’s this mad rush to get them out? How exactly does that make sense? I say #cuddlesforeverplease ❤