A stroller story

A stroller? Hmmm. As I was pregnant with my first son, I wanted to find the perfect stroller. I had a perfect picture in my head walking through the park with my son in the stroller. We found an excellent one, that could also be used for jogging. If I could have… It’s one thing that I have in my head and reality is one other thing.

In my dreams

The situation was, that my son hated this thing. I tried, really tried, but no, he cried and cried and cried. I remember even now. I told my husband, please walk with him a little bit in the park. He was full of motivation. He put our son in the stroller and went to the park. After fifteen minute? He was coming back. Our son? In his arm :-). I asked him what happened (I knew what happened). He just answered, that our son didn’t like to be in the stroller. I knew that. I just hoped, that it would be different with my husband. Of course not. But this manduca® baby carrier? He loved it. He slept in it. Okay. Jogger stroller back in the basement. But with our second child it will surely be different! I can dream! Or not… I thought it would work and I wanted it to work. My second son was born. Stroller? Yes! I just wanted to walk with my two sons through the park. I was dreaming about it, one son is sleeping of course in the stroller while I’m talking with my big son about everything. And the real world? He hated it to sleep and be in this hateful thing. I tried, tried and tried, but no. He didn’t want it. So I asked my husband: Please, walk with him a little bit in the park! After twenty minutes he was coming back with a very happy child in his arm. He just told me, that our son didn’t like this thing. I knew. That was a little experiment. But the baby carrier? He loved it, of course. Sleeping, eating, cuddling in it… Finally I could talk with my big son while we were walking. And the stroller? We just sold it.

The reality