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. 289Please respect copyright.PENANAKK07LR4r5k
He played for two hours with a girl who has burn scars that cover most of her neck and face. 289Please respect copyright.PENANArtdUbcj0f7
When my son took a break to eat a snack, 289Please respect copyright.PENANAAUuAdR3rdt
he pointed to her and said, 289Please respect copyright.PENANAVX1gRqFVOS
‘She’s really pretty and cool!’
Which left me thinking, 289Please respect copyright.PENANAyEYlFKIDiu
‘I must be doing something right as a mom.’
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