Nurturing the Woman Behind the Mother – A RedBalloon Experience Review

Originally Published on Mummy Smiles

*sigh*

One of those days. *sigh*

Yes, those days. Which seem to drag into another one of those days. We’ve all had them. It’s just part and parcel of motherhood, of being a woman, of being a person!

Sometimes we just need to centre ourselves. To get back to “nothing”. To clear our head, to breathe, to relax, and to just be.

My third child started school this year. She was so excited. Heck, I was so excited! But it had been a LONG school holidays and I think I lost a little bit of ME over that summer break. So after I settled her into her first day of Prep with her beautiful teachers, I went on a recovery mission to find the woman behind the mother.

And I started searching in here – a RedBalloon Experience at Body Central Day Retreat. My mission? A Body Massage and Facial. (I was leaving no stone unturned in my search for me!)

As soon as I stepped through the doors, I knew I was in the right place. I was led to a quiet (oh so very, very quiet!) room, as my massage therapist (who shall be known henceforth as my angel) placed my feet gently in a “Precious Milk Foot Immersion”, while I sipped some herbal tea, and was offered a selection of the latest (yes I checked the dates) women’s magazines. To be honest, I didn’t actually open them to read, I just savoured the deliciousness of having them on my lap!!

But I do have a confession… while I sat there soaking my tootsies, I was checking my emails like a madwoman. I knew I was about to be uncontactable for at least a few hours *GASP* . I read, replied, returned and deleted my inbox, flicked over to Facebook, uploaded a pic to Instagram. This one actually!!

And then suddenly, almost involuntarily, my body took in a huge gulp of breath, and I sighed until I had depleted my entire lungs of the tiniest morsel of air. That’s when it hit me. This was a moment that was not to be wasted. I put the magazine away, I threw my phone in my bag, I put the tea on the table, and I closed. my. eyes. Yes indeed. I closed. my. eyes.
Like a little mouse on a stealth mission, my angel tip-toed through the door and proceeded to exfoliate my feet with a soft scrub. Heaven on a stick!

I was then invited across the hallway for the next phase of my pamper package – a full body massage! I “disrobed” (that’s a bit saucy sounding isn’t it!) and climbed onto the table, managing not to fall off while I balanced precariously on the edge and attempted to cover myself one handed with the modesty towel. I was at the mercy and surrender of my angel.

Look, there really is no way I can give a fair account of what happened next. What I can say is that my tired, aching, and physically spent body was soothed, and massaged, while my mind drifted to another time and place. I was lost in a place of such deep relaxation, that I can’t even tell you what I was thinking. And I probably drooled all over the nice clean towels. And I probably snored too. So be it.

My angel asked me to roll over as she prepared me for my facial (by now are you thinking, does this indulgence ever end? Not yet, my friends, not yet!). I’ve never been a big fan of facials. I always get scared of the big steam blower thingy that feels like it’s peeling off the top 3 layers of your skin. Well things must have changed because there was nothing like that during my session. Instead it just felt like lots and lots of layers of smooth and delcious smelling creams being applied to my face, while I tried not to giggle as the pores on my nostrils were gently exfoliated (I’m guessing that trying to continue to breathe through one nostril is probably not the recommended approach here).

My time was coming to an end, but not before an arm and hand massage to seal the deal.

After 2 hours of what could only be described as my ultimate indulgence, I managed to roll myself off the table and onto my feet. I felt like I was walking on clouds. Every muscle in my body was relaxed and any tension I had was gone. I felt like I could breathe deeper and my mind was clearer. So did I find me?
Well, hello me!

Mothers, dear mothers, I know it’s hard, so very hard, to find the time to nurture yourself. But it’s just so important to remember that you need to look after your children’s mother. Because she’s pretty amazing, and she deserves to be pampered every now and then. Is it time you went on a recovery mission to find YOU?

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One Comment

  1. Cathy Mamola
    Posted February 23, 2013 at 2:39 am | Permalink

    okay i almost felt like i was on the journey with you. I feel the tension leaving your body and the ease that your tired inner self began to feel as you reaquainted you with you! This sounds heavenly good for you!

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