Children are diminutive conjurors, clairvoyants of the imagination, little mediums for the parallel world of colour, animation, joy, endless possibility, that we adults cohabit but so often fail to see.
On a windswept beach last week, I saw it in my toddler’s eyes before it happened: a flash of recognition, premonition …a conspiratorial look. As I unravelled my sling, she had already recognised a snake of the wind, was charming it off me with her imagination, willing it to the weather. So we let it live, danced with it, tamed it, tumbled over and over shrieking wildly, giddy as we let it wrap us up, breathless with laughter as we chased it, pinned it to the ground. With it we animated a beach on a grey day, put smiles on the faces of passers by, enchanted the pedestrian.
As my sister would say:
Our snake was a Didymos Tina sling, the first proper woven sling I’ve owned and well worth it for an ever heavier baby …and beach dancing of course, which just wouldn’t have been the same with a stretchy wrap. So here’s a nod to the lovely Ali Dover at Maverick Baby, who supplied us with ‘Tina’. She’s been a source of much wisdom on all things babywearing, and is a true ‘Hairshirt’ spirit as ambassador for the sartorial elegance inherent in the simple act of wearing your baby.