A World of Possibilities

A world of possibilities.  Hmm.  When I first saw the theme for this year’s International Babywearing Week (IBW), I’ll be honest, I really had no idea what that was supposed to mean.  After I thought about it a little more, I think that it’s supposed to be interpreted individually.  If I’m wrong, I’m sure someone will tell me.  🙂

The world of possibilities babywearing has opened for me may be COMPLETELY DIFFERENT than the world of possibilities it has opened for my friends, my neighbors, and those I’ve never met before.  So I guess I can only share what it means to me.  So here goes…

It means more opportunity. Opportunity to learn, interact, or visit with others while my little one slumbered on my chest.  It meant going to weddings and feeling calm while my family with little kids were running around chasing the children like crazy people.  Ok, well aren’t all families crazy anyway?  So maybe that one’s a bit of a stretch…

It means bonding. My husband could bond with our boys through wearing them.  Whether it was the Baby Bjorn early on or the ergo sport later, he has been able to also care for them the way they’re accustomed to being comforted with me during the weekday.

It means protection.  People seem less likely to want to put their dirty hands all over your newborn when they’re wrapped up tightly to your body.  Little kids reach for feet, not baby faces.  And it means comforting them when they’re sick (and fall asleep on your back in a wrap… and let you get them in bed still asleep!!).

It means freedom.  It means vacation.  Hiking and camping in tents.  Exposing our kids to nature. In bear country in the Rocky Mountains.  And the Smoky Mountains.  Even though we call Illinois our home.  It means we can take the train downtown and not HAVE to lug a stroller around.  Don’t get me wrong, I have strollers.  I’ve been thankful to occasionally use the jogging stroller to exercise- though it’s not a very pretty or fast sight.  I’ve been thankful for their storage when Christmas shopping.  It just means I have an OPTION.

It means I could be a more “lazy” mom.  Babies who are worn cry significantly less than babies who aren’t worn in those early days, and also beyond.  Babies cry for all sorts of reasons.  Sickness, overstimulation, health problems, missing naps, the reasons can be endless.  I’m all for making my life easier.  And opportunity to feel less stressed?  I’ll take it!

And as my child gets older, ahem, I’ve also been known to use it to calm my kids down.  I’ve been overheard on numerous occasions saying “that’s it, if you can’t XYZ you WILL go uppie until you can calm down”.  XYZ means anything in my world from running into traffic to hitting his older brother to touching every.possible.thing.breakable in a store.  Sometimes I’m surprised by the hands up in the air wanting to jump up for a break.  Sometimes I’m quickly tossing him on my back.  I then feel him sink against me and settle quickly, contently.  Sometimes it’s instead it’s after a momentary yet futile resistance. 🙂  A few minutes in that safe place can calm the overtired, overstimulated toddler or preschooler just as easily as it does a baby.  Photo  of his favorite beloved Kinderpack courtesy of Kristy Garceau Photography:  www.kristygarceauphotography.com

And being part of this BWI organization means I can help other caregivers.  It’s really a “caregiver to caregiver” organization.  It doesn’t mean I have to know EVERYTHING about babywearing or  know EVERY single fabric, length, or fiber of carriers out there (and believe me I don’t).  It also means I can defer to others who have more experience or knowledge of other specific carriers or carries.

It means I can take what I’ve learned from other caregivers, and share that knowledge with other caregivers.  This can be a foster mom who just wants ONE carrier to help juggle her day, a nanny who’s passionate about caring for her littles and wants a few options, or even a dear friend who wants 20 to play with them all.


We’d love to hear your stories!  And don’t forget to send me your photos for the contest by Sunday evening to hlmagrow@gmail.com.  Sunday evening we’ll also be letting you know what special raffles and giveaways we will have over next week.  Stay tuned for some items that could be coming your way!



4 thoughts on “A World of Possibilities

  1. Great post! I put my youngest in the kinderpack at the store for the first time in several weeks today and she was thrilled. She had been fighting me on it for awhile so I was trying to go without, which meant putting her in a cart or carrying her while the three-year-old walked, and that always ended badly since the youngest can’t understand why her older sister gets to walk when she has to be restrained. When I put her in the kinderpack and stuck the oldest in the cart at the grocery store today all was well and we had a peaceful shopping trip.


    • Jamie, isn’t it great when that happens? Which one do you have? I didn’t realize you found the kp love too, I’ll have to feast my eyes on it one of these days 🙂 heather


  2. My son is teething, cutting his first two bottom teeth and he is not handling it well. We are still waiting for his teething necklace to come in.

    We had to go to the store and we don’t own a car, we take good old public transit, it’s better for the environment anyway.

    So, we are on the bus, my son, Daximus, is in his fantastic stroller screaming like a banshee. I try to sing to him, scream. I try to blow raspberries on him, more screaming. I talk about the trees and the other cars we can see out the window, we reach a whole new ear piercing decibel.

    As I’m about to admit defeat and plan my apology speach to the other passengers, I remember and exclaim with great glee “I brought the CatBird Baby Pikkolo!”

    I rummage through the bottom of the stroller and snap the bottom snaps on. Daximus’ cries seem to be getting more and more frantic. I undo his buckle and rest him against my chest then swiftly throw one strap over my should and SNAP the buckle, repeat. The crying seems to have slowed down at this point.

    I loosen the straps and wiggle him down lower. I grab my phone and place one of his bed time songs on, then stuff that phone, speaker up, in one cup of my bra. The crying turns to sniffles.

    I unclip the other cup and Daximus has himself a feast, his eyes close, his breathing gets shallow, and finally… Silence. The whole bus almost erupted in cheers, but unawares of the reason to why.

    The Pikkolo covered us up so we were discreet, the closeness to my body allowed him to realise his breathing could be slower, and the snug, safe straps allowed for me to feel comfortable enough holding my precocious child on a moving vehicle thus allowing let down.

    Thanks to our Pikkolo, we had one happy, sleepy, teething baby on a bus!


  3. That’s a wonderful story! Thanks for sharing! I’ve done the same on the train (metra) when the boys would get tired of being there. I’ve also had good experiences discreetly nursing older babies in SSC’s. Have you found a good babywearing group near you?


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