I’ll admit it with pride and – I am a huge advocate of attachment parenting. And so is my husband. We literally wear our baby boy everywhere. There is nary an hour in the day that young Kingsley is not being carried in our arms, either in my African sling or Erroll’s favourite, the front carrier.
Master Kingsley spends his days immersed in the physicality of our love for him. It is plain for him to sense: that we are here for him, night and day, and that he can depend on us to be right there to hold his tiny hand should the world get too much for his newborn sensibilities.
When Erroll or I take our baby in our arms we strengthen our family ties, we nurture and fulfill Kingsley’s need for trust, respect, and affection, and ultimately we aim to provide a lifelong foundation for healthy, enduring relationships amongst us all.
Strong, healthy emotional bonds between and us, for life, is what we want. We also want Kingsley to take those bonds with him into his adult life and share them with his children. And their children can do the same. A life cycle of compassion and connection. Our very own circle of life.