Before he takes his Dad out for lunch, I gesture for him to get on the Acupressure table, remembering recent back problems. As I work, he comments to his Dad on how he forgot how great it is to get worked on.
Down the spine I go, detecting misalignments, organ challenges , compensatory patterns. Never in his youth was he ever this happy to lie there. Just the way of it, with kids.
begin to soothe and calm the autonomic nervous system, the cranial bones and nerves, as his breathing slows, and he sinks under.
And as I work, I catch sight of the swirl of hair at the base of his skull, and it all comes back to me in a rush.
Carrying him, giving birth to him and meeting the person he has always been. His baby self and toddler self; the ten year old and the 20 year old.
The love and devotion and long path all slice through me with fierceness. Stunned, as my dear one rests, I finish organs and systems. There before me, upon his face , eyes closed.
He helps move a few more things, do a few more tasks , things I would ask for help with, I'd imagined , when I was 80. I know he and I both hold that surprise.
We talk and laugh, taking the greatest pleasure in the smallest things. He in how ok I'm showing him we really are. Me in how settled and good he has grown his life.
The last embrace, and off he goes, up the shaded long driveway, left to head into town to see old friends before making his way back to CT.
I return his last wave as he drives off, and turn, struck by how full I feel, with all that is good and is love.
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