I’m a big fan of babywearing and I’m a bit sad that I’m not slinging Ingrid any more. (Some time this spring she decided she didn’t like it any more.) But I still get a warm fuzzy feeling when I see another baby sitting in a pretty woven wrap or a cuddly stretchy one or a comfortable ergonomic carrier.

When I was out with Ingrid in a sling and we met other parents doing the same, we’d always smile at each other. Sort of like a secret handshake. Now I still smile at such parents whenever I see them, even though they don’t notice me.