Today my son turned seven, and I turned 23. Yes, I had him on the day I turned 16. Many of the choices I made when I was a teenager were beyond foolish, and I still have my regrets. And even though I know I’ve grown, I sometimes I get worried that I’m bringing my son up wrong—that I’m somehow subconsciously passing my past foolishness on to him.
But today I took him to the park to celebrate our birthdays. 310Please respect copyright.PENANAqhsAsYXXIO
He played for two hours with a girl who has burn scars that cover most of her neck and face. 310Please respect copyright.PENANAwMNTPb6xCt
When my son took a break to eat a snack, 310Please respect copyright.PENANAuPNDiV8bc4
he pointed to her and said, 310Please respect copyright.PENANABXW1vgRvnm
‘She’s really pretty and cool!’
Which left me thinking, 310Please respect copyright.PENANAY7cIBchoQd
‘I must be doing something right as a mom.’
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