Here's my journaling:
When I was in 2nd grade, I wrote an essay for a creative writing competition on what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote that I wanted to help people by becoming a nurse. It actually won an award! Only... I didn't know what I wanted to be, but I knew I definitely did NOT want to be a nurse. It was a running joke in our family for a long time. My first award was a fraud!
When I was in 2nd grade, I wrote an essay for a creative writing competition on what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote that I wanted to help people by becoming a nurse. It actually won an award! Only... I didn't know what I wanted to be, but I knew I definitely did NOT want to be a nurse. It was a running joke in our family for a long time. My first award was a fraud!
Fast forward to Bella in preschool. The class created a poster of what they wanted to be when they grew up. She said "a nurse." When I told her that I had no idea, and I thought that was great, her eyes got huge, she looked horrified, and said, "I DON'T want to be a nurse!"
In some ways, she is SO me.
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