Somebody Else

"Mommy, I don't want to be DQ forever.  I want to be somebody else." 

Why would you want to be somebody else, sweety?

"I have a lot of pain."

Everybody has pain, DQ.  If you were someone else, you'd still have pains sometimes.

"But, mommy, most people don't have pain like I have pain.  I always hurt."

I looked across the kitchen at the hospice nurse, there for her bi-weekly checkup. We both gave knowing looks.  DQ was right.  Most people don't have pain like her.

I took a deep breath and  gathered myself.

But if you weren't DQ, you wouldn't love music in the same way, you wouldn't be able to sing as well.  If you weren't DQ, you would lose all of the wonderful things about you that make you special.  DQ is an amazing, wonderful little girl with so much light and life.  If you weren't DQ, you would lose that.

She just stood there, crumpled and sad.

If you weren't DQ, we wouldn't have the smile that lights up the entire room.  And you probably wouldn't love pink and ice cream as much.  If you weren't DQ, you wouldn't be able to read to me like you do.

I know it seems like it would be nice to be somebody else because you don't want the pain any more.  I don't want you to be in pain either. But I don't want to lose you and all of the wonderful qualities that you bring to life. I love my strong, sweet, funny, amazing Dancing Queen and I wouldn't want her to be anyone else.

Her shoulders weren't quite so stooped any longer, but the sadness still enveloped her.

The pain was too much today.