25/10/2025
🌙Behind the Scenes of Maggie’s Infant Massage
This is my reality.
A mama in the quiet hours, hoodie pulled close, blanket on, diffuser misting.
A child asleep beside me, congested and comforted.
It’s 3:30am, and while the world sleeps, I’m here—listening, soothing, holding space.
I gather the diffuser, the oils, the tissues, the water—setting up a sanctuary in the bedroom so Tadgh can breathe deeper and rest easy with me beside him.
Because this is what motherhood looks like in motion.
My business doesn’t run on algorithms or aesthetics.
It runs on love. On lived experience.
On the kind of care that begins at home and ripples outward.
This week, my eldest turns 13.
And as I watch my youngest sleep, I feel something shift.
My season of bearing children may be complete,
but my mothering love continues to pour—into my boys, into my work, into every mama who walks through my door.
I don’t have a village nearby.
But every class I hold, every altar I build, every treat I bake
is a step toward creating one.
And today, I honour my body too.
She knows what it means to stand tall when my children fall.
She knows how to hold, heal, and stay steady—sickness and all.
This is Maggie’s Infant Massage.
Not just baby massage.
A sanctuary. A legacy. A love letter to motherhood.
Posted with love 😘 from my sanctuary to yours
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