Sling Diaries III: discovery

discoveries made, 

memories stored of sights, sounds and smells -

to be treasured, 

and in years to come 

to be re-told, 

discovered once again... 

Reuben my love, I suspect you will probably not remember first hand the time when we lived in Paris, where you grew in mama's womb, were born, and spent your first year and a bit of life...

But then we will look over the photographs, and I will recount to you tales of our adventures, how you, only six days old were bundled into a sling, and slept against your mama's breast, safe and warm, while travelling on the bustling mid-winter metro...

Then there are those times, like a week ago, when you were eleven months old, bundled warm into a sling and very much awake and excited at your surrounds... We stopped by a photo booth after we got off the outer-suburbs train, we walked down the crisp streets of the Marais, had lunch with one of pappa's oldest and dearest friends, and we visited mama's favourite musée - the l'Orangerie to glimpse monet's waterlilies, matisse's reclining muse, picaso's embracing couple, and renoir's bowl of strawberries, impressioned in oil paint... you probably won't remember seeing them up close, pointing and laughing, and all the smiles and waves you received from nearby tourists (Japanese school girls especially)...

When you are grown up I hope I will never forget the feeling of you so small and lovely and bonny in my arms...

And I will say... when we lived in Paris... the best discovery I ever made, was the day I discovered I was carrying you.


mama & babe are wearing essential linen sling in raven/maple by Sakura Bloom