The Sling Diaries, Volume VII. A photo-documentary chronicling the art of baby wearing in the lives of families around the world. Over the course of six months, Sling Diarists will create their own Sling Diary though a series of diary entries interpreting a unique theme given to them each month.
Meet all of our Sling Diarists here.
I always wanted to be a mom, but did my husband always want to be a dad? Or was it just one of those dots on the checklist of life that you accept? Did we ever fully decide on the when as a team or were my assurances that “it might take longer than we think” the key in convincing him that right NOW was the time?
So I could get my weekly sushi fix, we frequented this hole-in-the-wall spot in Hoboken. It was mediocre, just up the street from us. We were always welcomed with warm smiles and they never hesitated to give me extra avocado, free of charge. One evening, after we’d started our Let’s Get Pregnant marathon, I received an image from my husband, who was dining solo that night. The caption was simply, “Don’t worry, they have them.” It was a picture of a high chair at our sushi restaurant. I think I smiled for days. He wanted this too.
I knew he would be a great father. For starters, his family is likely the most wholesome and sweetest family I have ever met. But more, his cautious manner whenever we’d cross the street, our hands entwined. His playful nature, coining him the favorite among our nieces and nephews. How we’d already established a balanced household, taking turns to clean, do chores, cook. And simply, the way he loved and loves me - first as a friend, and eventually as a partner: knowing that I’m his equal, never failing to support my dreams, challenging me in ways that lift me up, smothering me with hugs, whispering how beautiful I am when I feel my worst.
I knew he would be a great father, but it’s impossible to know everything about a person. And while this is likely more a love story than anything, having a child recreated us - as a couple and as individuals. It recreated what I know about this man. He has no patience, which is frequently tested and results in flared nostrils lending itself to the temper I didn’t know existed and a stubbornness that battles my own. He is often pushed to his limits by this tiny person, who is constantly trying to assert herself. His cautious tendency at odds with my more laid back approach to parenting. And yet, he sees an adventure in everything we do, creating new worlds for our daughter to explore. The look in his eyes when we go our separate ways for the day, the “be safe” he never forgets to say, and then the kiss he always give us when we’re all home for the night.
I knew he would be a great father, but I had no way of knowing what our path would look like in these early days. Every day we’re learning, making shifts. Looking back, there was no fear in his changing that first diaper, something he’d never done before. In fact, there’s a nervous smile on his face. A willingness to accept the unknown because his love for the 7lbs of me and him was everything. He follows my lead in many ways - the tips I’ve read or the milestones I’ve studied, but his being a great father comes so naturally.
And in many ways, I learn so much more from him.