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Rate This Contest Entry: Contest: June 30th, 2005 Author: Monica Baudendistel My mom reaches for my hand, Now, remember what I tell you,” she instructs me, “remember what I show you.” A smile plays at the corners of her lips. “Nanny!” A young boy of twelve, bursts through the chiropractor’s office front door. On his right is his, Nun (Maternal Grandmother), on his left is his mother. “Hi Donny!” My mom says to him. “How’s my little man today?” I’m struck at awe, mouth open. This isn’t any ordinary pre-adolescent boy. He is being held up on either side by his “Nun” and mom. His feet are twisted so that they face one another, his “bottle bottom” glasses are so thick that his eyes are magnified to the point that they seem huge, big blue spheres, searching the room for my mother. “Ready for our session?” She asks the child. “You bet!” He tells her, still searching with his eyes. Mom walks over to Nun, “Let me have him, you look tired.” “Thanks Nanc.” Nun follows me back to the massage room. She drops into the overstuffed chair that is sitting in the corner. She takes off her glasses and rubs the lenses on the corner of her shirt. “I’m Donny’s Nun.” She says matter-of-factly to me. I hadn’t realized that I had not spoken yet. “Oh-I’m sorry. I’m Monica, Nanc’s daughter. It’s nice to meet you.” I feel lame at the rudeness that I have displayed. The three can hardly make it through the open door. Mom has to scoot to the side and walk backwards, still holding onto Donny’s arm. My mom is smiling broader than I have ever seen her smile before. Her face is literally glowing. “Let’s get you situated.” She tells Donny. Once Donny is on his back, mom pushes the pedals on the hydraulic bed. Up, goes Donny and the bed, he smiles crookedly. Up, comes the head of the bed to a semi-sitting position. “I love you Nanny!” Donny finally has focused on my mom’s face. “And Nanny sure loves her Donny!” She tells him, moving in closer so that she can plant a kiss on his open mouth. Donny’s arms and legs are twisted and tight. He can barely walk with assistance. Laying here, on the table, I notice that one leg is convulsing slightly. Twitches, that make my skin crawl. He can’t possibly be comfortable, lying here on his back like this. “Candy!” He shouts. The entire room responds. His mother runs to retrieve the candy dish from the book shelves, his Nun searches in her purse, I stand there, in total silence, immobile, mouth still hanging. His mom places the candy dish next to Nun and retrieves a red, hard candy. She hands this to my mom. Mom hurriedly unwraps the candy. Donny’s mouth lays open in wait, like a baby bird. Mom pops the candy into his mouth. He immediately crunches down on it as hard and fast as he can. “Donny, I want you to meet someone.” My mom tells him. “This is Monica, my daughter.” Donny swallows the candy in a loud, forced gulp. “Will you be my girlfriend?” Donny asks me. My heart melts. “Sure.” I tell him. “Now Monica, watch and learn.” My mom orders me. Mom positions her body directly over Donny’s. She snaps her right index finger to her thumb, seven times, above different locales throughout Donny’s body. “More candy!” He orders. “What does Donny say?” His mother asks. “Please?” He whines with a smile on his face. His mom pops another candy into his awaiting mouth. My mom seems undeterred at this disruption. She is making swirling motions with her hands, over all seven parts that she has snapped her fingers. After what seems like an eternity, five candies later, mom stops. She smiles at Donny. “Monica, stand at his head, place both of your hands on top of his skull.” Finally, something to do. I move to the top of the bed, put both hands softly on top of his head. “Nun, you know the drill.” Mom says without looking up. Nun moves to his feet and cups one in each hand. She smiles at me. Mom moves all around the table, her hands open, facing down at Donny’s body. She doesn’t touch him physically, her hands remain approximately two inches above him. Mom’s feet are bare and spaced apart, her knees are bent slightly. She closes her eyes, slowly she waves her open hands over his entire surface. His face, head, both arms, fingers, to the toes. She never once opens her eyes. “Candy!” Is ordered time and again. Mom remains unresponsive to the disruptions. His mother is standing next to his head, constantly on demand, opening and popping in the hard candy. I don’t know what I am doing. I can’t concentrate with the squirming, the constant demands for candy. I have never actually seen energy work done before. I studied it slightly but had written it off, long ago, a formality of schooling. Something that was only a filler of time. The real work was to treat injuries, rehabilitate and sooth. Basically kiss the boo boos with my fingers, fists, and elbows. Donny squirms, giggles as if mom were tickling him. She hasn’t touched the surface of his skin. He is completely clothed, still has on his shoes. How can this help? I wonder. Suddenly mom opens her eyes, smiles, starts to snap her fingers again over him. Seven snaps. She circles her hands on one spot at his groin area and then snaps her fingers again. “All done.” Mom smiles at him. “Donny loves Nanny!” He coos up at her. “Candy!” Mom places another piece in his open mouth. Nun stands, stretches, arching her aging back. She walks out of the room, Donny’s mother follows her. “Wait out in the lobby.” My mom orders me. I do. In a few minutes, as I stand in-between, Donny’s Nun, and his mom, I watch as my own mother walks Donny, by herself, out of the doorway. She is only holding onto his left forearm. Donny’s feet are not so twisted now. His hands are open, the right one at waist level for balance. He is walking, better than he had been when he came in. I have just witnessed a miracle, I think to myself. Mom hands Donny over to his Nun, they walk on out to the car together. “Same time next week?” Mom asks Donny’s mom. A tear is slowly cascading down his mother’s cheek. “What would I do without you?” She asks my mom. Later, once mom and I are alone in the office, she explains to me. Donny is a victim of “shaken baby syndrome”. He has an identical twin brother that is healthy. He is legally blind, twisted muscularly, contractions that physically hurt. He has undergone many surgeries to elongate his tendons. His mother had come into the office one day, seeking refuge from the stress, she received a massage from mom. For some reason, as she was leaving, she asked her about energy work, whether or not mom could help her son. Mom can’t explain to me how or why this helps him. Physically though, I have witnessed that it does. “It’s a small miracle.” She smiles. people have rated it so far. is the current average. |
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