When Someone Asks My Medically Complex Daughter What She Wants To Be When She Grows Up

It happens when we’re standing in line at the grocery store and the sweet older gentleman behind us wants to make small talk. It happens when we’re raking leaves on a clean, clear fall day and a new neighbor stops by to meet us. It happens when we visit a different church, and when my daughter tries to make a new friend. Each time it happens, my heart sinks with nauseating dread.

“Hey there, sweetie,” they say. “What do you want to be when you grow up?”

This is apparently the universal getting to know you, small talk question for children. There’s nothing wrong with the question. I appreciate that people want to meet my daughter, and want to get to know what she enjoys and her dreams for her future. But the truth is not the cheerful chit-chat they are hoping for.

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