Sling Diaries V: tradition

 
Little one,
riding the train, is a tradition,
is something I hope I have handed down to you,

I couldn't say just how many times we have ventured 
in and around the labyrinthine Paris underground,
dozens and dozens -
train rides to make appointments
for pleasure, play dates,
travels, adventure,
when you were growing in my womb too.

Your first ever ride on the metro
was when you were six days old -
to be honest, 
I was absolutely horrified 
at the thought of having to take you, 
so freshly born,
in that dark and loud and dirty scape -

I cried on the phone to my midwife
who told me she couldn't do the home-visits we were promised
and that we (without a car) had to come into the clinic ourselves 
for a final test and check-up -

Well, my mum calmed me down, 
kissed my cheeks, 
helped me bundle you snug in my sling,
we went, and were fine -
you slept all the way in.
all the way home. 

And now that you are thirteen months old,
we still go down in that dark and loud and dirty scape,
that is also amusing, beautiful, unexpected -
you are awake all the way in.
all the way home.

You climb the seats,
paw the windows,
smile at passerbys,
listen to buskers
(or watch them dancing),
chatter, coo,
and eat newspaper... 

And then there's that glint,
that exchange of smiles
when we come across other
mamas wearing their babes,
riding the train -

Ah yes, we think,
this is surely the way to do it...


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