Nikki finished her first Harry Potter book this week. I gave her my Hedwig backpack as a gift for this accomplishment. And then, she had to get special permission to check out the next one because it’s reserved for Third Grade and older. This is one of the finest moments of my parenting life. I didn’t think I could be more proud until THIS happened >>>>>>>>
Last night Nikki asked, “Mom? Can you help me start a Bullet Journal?”
OH MY GOD. OF COURSE I WILL.
It was SO MUCH FUN. She got so into it and added “Bullet Journal Supplies” to her birthday wishlist which – of course – is INSIDE HER BULLET JOURNAL.
It’s things like this that kinda kickass about being a Mom. Seeing your own personality traits showing up in your kid, and seeing how COOL they are. I mean, when she’s stubborn and flighty? I hate my genes. The bad skin? HATE. The tendency to get social anxiety? HATE HATE HATE.
But this tendency? This organizational desire to log her life? I LOVE SEEING THAT. Her love of Harry Potter, he desire to make lists? THAT IS ALL ME. And I’m totally excited about it all. It’s nice to see the good genes show up once in awhile to counterbalance the crappy ones.