Comments on: Flying Bricks

By: just like that

just like that — Mon, 20 Aug 2007 06:33:47 +0000

Poor little boy. Cancer is hard on anybody, esp so for little boys, who should be bouncing around enjoying life…

By: The Chickadee Feeder

The Chickadee Feeder — Fri, 17 Aug 2007 20:47:57 +0000

Thanks for the wonderfully insightful piece.

By: Amy

Amy — Fri, 17 Aug 2007 13:22:30 +0000

I can just picture this in my mind – seven years ago I was the mommy of a bald, skinny little boy in a wheelchair. Btw,I now think bald kids with no eyebrows are beautiful ;o) We are going to the same museum in the next few weeks, so maybe we’ll get to meet Mr. Destructo too!

By: simply me

simply me — Fri, 17 Aug 2007 13:06:15 +0000

A long time ago I worked as a clinical Social Worker for a pediatric oncology office as part of my hospital job. The children were incredibly brave, insightful and mostly happy. They shared so much with me and gave so much of themselves to the whole staff. Many went on to have healthy lives while some did not make it.
To this day it brings tears to my eyes.

By: Especially Heather

Especially Heather — Fri, 17 Aug 2007 10:46:47 +0000

Thank you for writing this, for sharing this.. for just feeling this.

Thank you.
-H

By: The Small Scribbler

The Small Scribbler — Fri, 17 Aug 2007 06:11:31 +0000

I loved your insight in this post. I felt like I was looking into the soul of that little boy. The compassion and understanding that you share here is refreshing.

Kate

By: themommylogues

themommylogues — Fri, 17 Aug 2007 02:39:00 +0000

Sounds like the grace of God was abundant that day. Maybe it was a rare trip out of bed, or a hospital for that boy. And instead of complaining, your little Sean was interacting with him, without questioning — without pointing (so hard for little ones!). What if that was just what he needed that day? To have something normal? It blows me away how God will use my 4 year old to teach me a lesson, or to build me up — thank you for sharing that experience.

By: D

Fri, 17 Aug 2007 01:49:55 +0000

Don’t you just hate it when your smacked in the head with a block. I had one of those just the other day. Sometimes it just is what you need for the day/week…ect

By: Kacey

Kacey — Fri, 17 Aug 2007 00:41:53 +0000

Makes me feel like crying for all the children who have pain in their lives. I knew I could never be a pediatric nurse, but I was called out of maternity one night to sit with a little girl who had fallen through the ceiling from the attic. She broke a leg and had to have surgery late in the evening. By the time she came from Recovery, not one member of her family was there to sit with her in the pain filled, scary night. I held her hand most of the night and knew the reason I couldn’t be a peds nurse. It was the feeling of ineffectual sympathy that wells up in your heart and your eyes, thereby rendering you helpless to make a difference in a child’s life. I make a much better Grandma. Great writing, AM!

By: Sherry

Sherry — Fri, 17 Aug 2007 00:38:20 +0000

That story just breaks my heart. I think you’re spot on, that little boy no doubt needs an outlet for his anger at the injustice of his world, and wants to control something. And the only way of interacting was to be on the outside tossing things in – even if that was destructive. What really gets me is how easy it is for all the other kids to move on, and how he’s left there, alone, unable to follow. Ack.

So how long do you work on these pieces before you post them? They are so wonderfully complete and evocative. You really are a talented writer!