When my babies were little, they went with me everywhere – in my arms, in a sling, on my shoulders. If I went on a hike, I put them in the pack and carried them with me. When they were old enough, they went with me in the jogger for my long runs and bike rides. If needed, I stopped to nurse, change a diaper, or settle them down – and then back to the run or bike ride. Sometimes these adventures were blissfully ideal, sometimes we had to quit early; a few times, we tried but just couldn’t get out the door. But the point is that I did the things I loved, and I included my children in those experiences with me.