Energy

The first Kinesiologist I took my son to several years ago asked my Mum to keep him with her in the waiting room while I went with her into the treatment room. At first I was confused, then I was offended but by the end of the session I was curious. This curiosity has stayed with me and over the years as I have grown to understand the importance of that experience.

See even at that early age, before his first birthday, while my son was reacting physically to the foods I was eating, on another level, he was reacting to the thoughts I was thinking, the emotions I was feeling and the energy I was emitting into our shared space.

Our journey became one of healing in both a physical and energetic sense. For him it was restoring his gut health and nutritional deficiencies, for me it was returning my nervous system and hormones back to balance. As these physical issues started to resolve slowly in each of us our bond and relationship was able to heal too. As the light in him began to shine brighter through his challenges I was able to grow my own and I know that once my energy was restored I was able to give him so much more of what he required from me.

Following that appointment and over the next seven years my energy has changed gradually, often it has been one step forward and two steps back, but there were a couple of other moments where looking back I can see huge shifts happened.

The first was a night when my husband and I had gone out for dinner and ended up eating fish and chips in the car because I couldn’t face the restaurant or hold back the tears. It was the first time I had expressed the thoughts that had been tormenting me. The first time I had allowed them to be real by saying them aloud. Instead of the disgust, pity and judgment I had expected to see in his face I saw empathy and understanding. He was nowhere near as harsh on me as I had been on myself, he didn’t blame me for not being able to cope, not knowing what to do next. He wanted to help. My energy shifted from ashamed, alone and hopeless to SUPPORTED.

A couple of years later I was in the emergency department of the local hospital. I had arrived by ambulance with my son after he had had a seizure at daycare. It was the second time it had happened and they still couldn’t explain it. I apprehensively asked the attending Dr about some of the research I had been doing, some of the ‘alternative’ and ‘nutritional’ explanations that I was wondering about. I had my guard up ready for her to tell me not to be ridiculous and then she said “I just don’t know enough about it” and went on to tell me about a colleague of hers who was training in Nutritional and Integrative Medicine. She spoke of him as if he were brave and his field interesting. For the first time I felt EMPOWERED and the energy of it hit me like a ton of bricks. Empowerment was the energy I needed to not just survive what was happening in my life but to find a way through it to a place where we could once again thrive…and I did.

I am extremely grateful for the way we are thriving today. I’m even grateful for the worst of what we went through to get here now that I can see how the lessons that tested us along the way have resulted in the family and the life we now have. However, four years was a long time to be searching and wild goose chasing. Finding that SUPPORTED and EMPOWERED energy in a shorter period of time might have saved us a whole lot of heartache and meant that once we got onto the healing path it could’ve been much shorter and simpler.