I put on the sling and slide you in;
This is where our adventure will begin.
I give you your taggies, or chosen toy;
And off we walk, just me and my boy.
Discussing our world as it passes by;
The dogs on the ground, to the birds up high.
We sneak up on pigeons, looking daft;
Or run around, just to make you laugh.
Stopping to buy you a little treat;
Trying to feed me, as we walk down the street.
I smile at you and a trick you don’t miss;
You purse your lips and give me a kiss.
The day draws on and you cuddle in close;
This is the moment I love the most.
Your eyes are tired and nearing sleep;
You’re still and content, not making a peep.
People look at us – I want to shout aloud;
“This is my son, I’m unbearably proud.”
I feel your head against my chest;
The sling becoming a dreamy nest.
The sound of your breathing, soft and deep;
To tuck you in, my hands carefully creep.
When you’re cosy in that woven bed;
I take a moment to kiss your head.
At that point I breathe in slow;
My heart begins to swell and grow.
Unable to contain the love it can hold;
For someone more precious than silver or gold.
Remembering our journey to get you here;
Full of worry, unconfidence and fear.
But looking down at this little boy;
The fear and worry were replaced with joy.
I’ve slung you from just 6 months old;
Keeping you safe and out of the cold.
As you’ve grown, so have I;
Changing how I carry and why.
Originally to gain parental control;
To give me confidence in my fatherly role.
Now a way to develop our bond;
Whilst ensuring you don’t attempt to abscond.
A curious toddler, now rarely worn;
Leaving me emotionally torn.
Happy I have raised a confident son;
But our slinging days will soon be done.
I’m grateful for the times we’ve shared;
Whatever comes at us, we’ll be prepared.
Our relationship stronger than anything;
And this is thanks to our time in the sling.
I’m excited for your future and the man you will be;
The places you will go and the sights you will see.
As we grow old and however far apart;
I will always carry you – in my heart.
By Paul Webster