Many moons ago, in one of my many past lives, I was attuned in Reiki. I took a beginner course and was taught Reiki level one. For a little while I used it, and then for a long while I didn’t.
Reiki is an ancient Japanese method of healing. It involves laying hands on self or someone, and transferring healing energy. There are different chakras where energy can be moved or manipulated to facilitate healing. My teacher taught that Reiki was “universal love energy.” I was also taught that once attuned, Reiki never leaves you.
Recently, I decided I was not using all the tools at my disposal to work with my son, Jack, and his behavioral issues. This week, I started doing a couple new things. First, I started giving him a relaxing back massage and/or foot rub while he watches TV, or during another down time. HE LOVES IT!!! It is also motivating for him (eg.,” if you take your shower, you can have a luxurious foot rub”).
I figured this would have a double whammy of relaxing him while also teaching him the power of loving hands in an attempt to decrease his aggression. So far, so good. I am happy to announce that I haven’t been whacked yet this week. Woot!
But back to Reiki. Tonight, I put Jack to bed. This is usually my husband’s realm, but he had a lot of work to do, and I thought it wouldn’t hurt to spend an extra few with the boy. Jack was a bit riled up from doing Star Wars Mad Libs, which BTW are a sure fire way to get any cranky six year old to bust a gut laughing.
I put my cupped hand on his solar plexus. It wasn’t long before I felt heat under my palm. He seemed to like it, so I put my other hand on the top of his head, or crown chakra.
He started to simmer down. I told him I was giving him “the good energy,” and to be nice and still so he could feel it. He moved my hand up to his heart chakra. He squirmed a bit before settling again. I explained to him what I was doing, and gave him my teacher’s definition for Reiki, that I was giving him universal love energy for healing.
“Can I do Reiki?” he wondered aloud? I explained to him that when you go to a Reiki class, the teacher draws a sacred and secret symbol on your back with their finger, that Reiki is passed down from generation to generation of teachers from the ancient times.
“Well let me try,” he said.
He sat up in bed and put his hands on my back. I instantly felt a buzzing heat through my two layers of clothing. “Wow, Jack,” I said. “That’s amazing! You must be a natural!” He knelt up in the bed, raised his hands over his head like a mad scientist, and declared, “And now we will begin!” before bringing his hands down onto my head. We stayed like that for a moment, me fighting the urge to laugh at his antics.
“Can you feel it?” He asked.
“Yeah, I sure can!” I answered. “I wonder if you learned Reiki in Japan?”
“Stop it, Mama,” he said. “I was never in Japan.”
“Oh,” I said, my heart sinking a little. “Well, okay then.” He laid back down and asked me to give him more Reiki. He asked if he could go to the class to learn Reiki. I told him sure. He asked when I did my class and I told him it was a long time ago, before he was born. He asked how old I was and I said, “I don’t know. Maybe 26?” He growled when he heard this because he didn’t want to wait that long.
“What do you want to do with Reiki?” I asked.
“I dunno. Heal myself?”
“Oh, maybe scrapes or bumps and stuff,” he said. That sounded logical to me.
I was reminded of a time six years ago when Jack was a newborn. As part of my treatment for post partum depression, I learned to do infant massage. Jack and I both loved it. I recall propping him up on pillows after his bath, slathering him with lotion and doing the little routine I’d been taught. It totally helped me connect and bond with him, but it also helped me to feel confident in my ability to care for and soothe my little boy.
Somedays now, when Jack is especially surly, it is hard to remember him as that little newborn who melted under mama’s loving hands. Somedays, it can feel like I’ve lost my way in my ability to soothe him. Today was not one of those days.
We chatted a while longer and I kept my hands on his head and heart. He experimented with putting my hand on his ear to try and “hear” the energy, but sadly that was not to be.
A while later I left his room feeling hopeful and happy. He was content in his bed. I remembered my Reiki instructor telling me that “When you give a treatment, you get a treatment.” Sure enough.
What tricks have you tried to soothe your little one’s savage soul?