Editor’s note: This year for Father’s Day, we hosted a letter-writing contest. In this beautiful, heartfelt letter, Lauren Lewis writes an ode to her sexy babywearing husband. She reminds him that in spite of all that goes on in their busy life as parents, she is still poignantly attracted to him — not in spite of his role as a father, but because their role as parents brings them even closer and reveals more facets of him to her.
I would like to add that we have seen in the last few years a hypersexualization of babywearing men from some in this industry. This letter should not be seen as permission to objectify babywearing men or anyone else. This is a beautiful and heartfelt message from wife to husband about the intimacy their family shares and it speaks to the experience that so many partners experience. Parenting together can make us closer to the people with whom we share romantic relationships, whether in marriage or in other partnerships.
To my sexy babywearing husband
I know, I know. I’m not so great at verbalizing how much I appreciate you. Between the kids and the house and our jobs, running from place to place and doing it all… we work great as a team, but as a couple, sometimes we get lost in translation.
I wish you knew. I wish you knew that the things that I find sexy, the moments that I look at you and think, “Damn, how did I get so lucky?” aren’t the moments that you think. Maybe it’s my hormones; maybe it’s motherhood, but the moments that I find sexiest about you are the moments when you don’t realize it.
A side glance in the car, on the way to your parents’ for dinner.
When the sun bounces off your face and your eyes shine that brilliant blue-green. The same blue-green that reflects in our son’s eyes.
When you blow up the air mattress and have popcorn wars and “slumber parties” with our curly-headed, vivacious daughter.
When you wear our kids.
When you wear our kids. I say kids, yes, even though our daughter is 5.5. Because even up to last year her tall, thin frame allowed you to strap her to your back. Perfect for a long day at the county fair, or halfway through Magic Kingdom. Nothing is sexier to me than your strong shoulders, her tired head slumped over, close, trusting, reliable.
Except, maybe, when you wear our son. Our “mini” Todd, who reflects you so much. Your affable personality around strangers, your easy laugh, your need to be busy, busy, busy. Unless he’s worn. Then all that busy stills into giant hugs. Now that he’s bigger, you don’t wear him so much. You prefer to carry him on your shoulders. But those moments still rest in my memory. The moments when my heart may burst with love, watching my two boys, remembering my two boys, close together, loving, snuggling, carrying, dozing. Those memories and moments are the sexiest moments, to me. Love in motion. My loves, together.
Thank you for those moments. Maybe we don’t always get along, or agree. But those moments of togetherness with our children are raw and true and tender. I treasure them as I am sure that one day, they will too. So thank you for being an active, loving father to our children. Thank you for loving them, loving me. Thank you for wearing our kids. I hope you know how much your actions mean to us. We love you.
With love, always,
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