Baby Massage in the Military

This morning I did a Briefing, where I talk about the Military and Family Life Program, for a Baby Massage Class. It was four or five couples sitting on the floor in a living room here at one of the facilities where all kinds of military classes and training happen. The point wasn't to teach the babys how to do massage, of course, but it was an amusing thought that crossed my mind. Stepping from the brightly lit hallway with a floor shined as only the military seems to be able to do, into a carpeted, lamp-lit, quiet space felt almost as though I'd been "beamed up" into some other time and place. The woman who was facilitating the class was dressed as though she was in/from India, her face partially hidden by the scarff covering her head and a very sweet and peaceful smile. And get this, one of the parents was a dad.  It all felt so, well, so not what I would have thought to find here on one of the biggest military bases on the planet. Welcome to the paradox of the modern military.