My Son Gave Me Joy

by Huang Jing Kun, Shenzhen

Bill, my son, was born near the end of 2004. Due to his mother旧 conditions, his was a Caesarean birth and he was not breast-fed. Since his birth till end of 2007, we had hired 10 baby-sitters. Apart from the two that were fired, all others did not show up after holiday without a word.

Such frequent departures hinted that there was something special about my son, but we paid no attention at the time. We just felt that he was different in his habits, like he had to wear diapers all along. And he was not too good at expressing himself. When he was upset, he would yell and scream, nothing else. We thought at the time that he was still small, and would grow out of it later on.

By chance, my whole family dined with Mr. Conrad Ho and Ms. Amy Choi one afternoon. I sent them to the train station afterwards. On the way, Conrad suggested to me that Bill should have much more space for further development. At least, he could be expressing himself more verbally and the pronunciations could be more accurate.

At the time, I was not convinced. My kid was still young. However, since there was some chance for Bill to become better, why not had a trial session? It was early March in 2008. Amy was in Shenzhen to teach. I called her beforehand to arrange for a balancing session and she said ¶ïes� quickly. The whole process took place in my bedroom. Only Bill, my wife and myself were there. I thought the subject was my son, but my wife and I ended up doing most of the things. Nearly all of the time, the kid was just playing with color pens that Amy gave him as a gift, drawing eggs on piece after piece of paper. All he had done apart from this was to hit the pillow several times at the end of the session.

After the session, Amy suggested us to feel if we were too tensed up about the kid, my wife in particular. Perhaps the son was confused about whether his way of expression could satisfy the parents, who might be very demanding. What stroke me as an immediately observable result of this balance was that Bill suddenly became closer to me, behaviourally. When he wanted a hug, and mom was around, he used to go to my wife. But after the balance, he came to me! In the following days, my son was unstable emotionally, as predicted by Amy. He would burst into laughters while tears were still hanging on his face. What actually happened within Bill? I could not tell exactly, even to date of this article. Anyway, I was totally convinced and I would continue with the balancing program.

In May 2008, Conrad came to Shenzhen to teach. I grabbed this opportunity and made an appointment with him early. Like last time, my wife and I did most of the things in this balance. Conrad had just touched Bill once. Since my son jumped off right away, he had not pushed further. He just instructed us to work on my son, rubbing here and there.

Conrad told us afterwards that Bill probably had learnt his pronunciations from his mom. His body shape looked more like her, too, while he had 滝nherited� my ways of living my life, using stress as a built-in response to external pressures. Furthermore, due to his Caesarean birth, he had not actively crawled out from his mom旧 womb. Some of his reflexes might not be adequately activated and integrated.

Conrad set up some 滞omeplay� for us. There were some rubbing exercises on Bill旧 body, and the most important piece was to crawl on the floor. To lure him into doing this, I myself had to crawl. At the beginning, I received no attention. As I continued crawling, the kid was curious and started to play crawling with me. Conrad said it was preferable to continue for a year, but I was complaining loudly after not even a month. Still, I found eventually that I could also reap some benefit from it � my stomach muscles grew stronger.

In June 2008, I went over to Hongkong and visited Conrad. He suggested me to buy a balancing air cushion for Bill to stand on, to train up his balancing system. It was a flat and soft cushion that was difficult to stand on balanced. I could not stay on it for long, and for Bill, it was a few seconds only. He quickly forgot about this difficult toy and I did not insist. I just continued to crawl with him and did some rubbing every now and then.

In October 2008, Conrad was again in Shenzhen. When we met, Conrad praised my son for his unexpected progress. Conrad said his standing posture was calm, centred and balanced. He could also express more freely verbally. That night, Bill and Conrad stayed in the sitting room all alone by themselves, chatting like old friends.

After the session, Conrad proposed to me that he would be left to himself to freely develop on his own pace (Conrad never discussed about Bill when he was around). He was heading toward a good direction in a stable manner. Too much active management from external sources might spoil his natural development rhythm instead. I was so glad and proud about my son.

Two days ago, I played with Bill. Incidentally, he took out the balancing air cushion to play standing on it. The scene stunned me. He could stand on it, keeping steady, and even constantly turning his head at the same time, seemingly giving a public notice to the whole world about his feat. Of course, he called his mom to show off. Maybe he himself was also amazed. As a onlooker, I was deeply moved in my heart and tears filled my eyes.

Thanks! Thanks to the heavens! Thanks to Amy and Conrad!