My attempts of massage at home weren't going so well. Jackson would start whimpering when I reached for the lotion, and his cries would escalate to screams if I tried to rub it on his skin. So when teacher Kari Marble announced that she had two spots left in her infant massage class, I registered.

This particular series was taught in the comfort of Kari's home and included 5 mama-baby pairs. The first class began with introductions. Fortunately, I was third, giving me time to figure out an answer as to why I was there. I knew I couldn't blurt out an honest, "Um, I can't massage." So I thought about my sweet, 7-week-old Jackson.

The truth was aching in my heart. I had been so busy making sure Cameron was okay with his new little brother that I hadn't fully connected with my baby! My sudden revelation flooded me with emotion as I choked back tears when my turn finally came.

Later, beginning our first lesson, we placed our naked babies on pillows in front of us. Jackson quickly earned the reputation for having the longest pee range. I was so proud—I think.

Kari taught us to ask our babies permission before we undressed or massaged them. If they were receptive, we would continue. We were given organic olive oil and told that it was a good idea to only put things on a baby's skin that we would want a baby to eat. Okay, so far I was two-for-two: I couldn't pronounce the ingredients of my lotion at home, and I had been disrespecting my baby's boundaries!

Then we learned how to massage little legs. As I rubbed the olive oil on Jackson, I couldn't help but wonder if rosemary and thyme were next. While I was laughing to myself, I noticed that Jackson was peacefully staring into my eyes. Time stood still. Warmth filled my soul as my smallest son and I exchanged unspoken love, eye to eye.

Four weeks later, we graduated from infant massage class. Now when I rub my hands together and ask him if he wants a massage, Jackson smiles and offers his left foot first.