My little guy is 4 1/2, going to be 5 in September. The other day, he said, "Mama, I really want to be close to you. Can I be in the 'roo carrier'?"
He used to spend a good chunk of his day attached to me. As he's been getting older, his time attached to me has obviously been less and less. Partly because his sister is usually the one I (still) wear, but also because he's busy farming most of his day. It's rare now that he asks. Each time he does so, I wonder...."Will this be the last time I wear him?"
Yes, he's older and heavier now, and no, it doesn't hurt me to wear him (I've worked up to it). Instead, it makes my heart feel so full that his happiest place is still with me.
I know the day will end soon that he wants to be worn. So, I cherish each and every chance he wants to be my kangaroo.
And just for fun, I pulled a few shots of my little roo growing up close to his mama. I am sure I could sift through the archives and find more....I cannot imagine parenthood without wearing my littles. It's been one of my fave parts.