I
settle myself onto the brick wall for my coffee break. It's hard and a little
too tall for me to get comfortable, but it feels good to be off my feet. I've
been selling coffee and bagels since 6am. There are comfy chairs in the lobby
and little cafe tables as well. But I don't feel right taking them up. There
are people here with sick babies. They shouldn't have to hunt around for a good
spot to rest. Besides, I like it here where I can see the whirly-gig. Someone
told me it's really a kinetic sculpture or something like that, but I just call
it the whirly-gig.
I
don't watch the machine so much anymore. I've seen it so many times I have it
memorized. I watch the kids who watch it. Some of them are real sick―their hair
is falling out and they look too skinny. Some of them have big casts or
bandages. But there is something about that whirly-gig. It makes them forget
for a little while. They forget to be scared. They forget they're sick or
injured. They forget they're in a hospital. They're just kids with their eyes
wide open to watch the pool balls go up the little elevators and race down the
ramps. They listen to the chimes clang and they giggle and cheer. Sometimes
they pick their favorite color ball and follow its journey around the
whirly-gig.
Sometimes
I watch the parents too. They have too much on their minds to watch the
whirly-gig. They have doctor's appointments to keep and prescriptions to fill
and bills to pay. They stop in my shop
and buy a coffee for themselves and a treat for their kid. The lucky ones stop for a while and sit in those comfy chairs
and cafe tables and watch their kids. For a while they forget about what
brought them to Children's. They smile and watch their children watching the whirly-gig.
This
is in response to two prompts this week. The folks at Trifecta gave us the word
“lucky” to write about this week. Write on Edge gave us the word “wonder”
and a video of a kinetic sculpture from Boston's Musem of Science called Archimedean Excogitation, by George
Rhoads. We're fortunate enough to visit that museum pretty regularly and that
exhibit is one of my sons' favorite things at the museum. When they watch
it, I cannot help but think of another Rhoads piece that is in the center of
Boston Children's Hospital. My son James had hand surgery a couple of summers ago and the
sculpture provided a very welcome distraction for us.