While I’m the first one to admit that I don’t always eat a traditional breakfast – or even eat it at all many days! – I admit that there are just some things that don’t sit right as suitable for the breakfast menu. I’ve seen my dad eat Ritz crackers with peanut butter and even a slice of apple pie for breakfast, and while I raised an eye brow more than once about those choices, they didn’t strike me as odd as this little guy’s choice.
I’ve mentioned before that my “day” job is helping children and families to learn better ways to handle things, like mental health disorders, behavior problems, parenting issues, stress, anxiety, anger, crisis management stuff so they can stay together as a family. This involves a lot of different things, but mostly it’s home and/or community visits.
So off I go one morning, to pick up a particularly charming little guy and I find he’s gotten himself up and mom is still asleep. He shows me his room, full of the excitement only children have about showing off their stuff, and I’m surprised to see him lift his pillow to reveal a trail of cake sprinkles leading up to a tipped over bottle.
That’s right folks, I said sprinkles. Those pure-sugar cake, cookie, and ice cream decorating confections we’ve known and loved all our lives. He nonchalantly informed me he’d eaten them for breakfast and behind him, out of his sight line, I couldn’t help but cringe and worry. Was he going to end up getting sick – in my car, on me, at the library? Oh man, please don’t let this kid get sick.
Mom wakes up and joins the fun after we’ve left his room and things progress until we’re unexpectedly all in the car to go handle some things for them. She steps out of the car to take care of one of those things and I check in with little man in the back seat. How’s it going back there? By now, I’ve forgotten about breakfast, except that I might want some sometime soon after this session is completed, the rumbling in my tummy is coming on.
Surprise, surprise, he’s just not feeling too great. Ya know that headache you get that accompanies that nausea-like feeling in your stomach when you’ve had too much sugar? The one that makes you wish you would just get sick already, so you can start to feel better? Then you know exactly how he was feeling! And I’m sure you can imagine the panic button on felt my hand hovering over too!
But instead of freaking out, I asked him if he was willing to try some magic tapping, and he gamely agreed. I asked him to described where and what he was feeling and told him to repeat after me, tap where I tapped, and after two rounds we checked in on his belly and he was better! Another round focusing on his head, all gone! He spent less than 3 minutes on the entire process and I could almost hear him saying, Sprinkles, what sprinkles?
I still work with him, and I’ve asked him since then about “that tapping thing we did” to see what he his thoughts are about EFT. “Oh yeah, that’s great! I liked that, it was easy and I felt better.” Should we teach that to his friends? “Yeah, yeah, teach my friends, help them!”
Anyone else experience such “One Minute Wonders” using EFT, Acupressure? Please share!
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