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. 647Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVFVbrccWaN
He played for two hours with a girl who has burn scars that cover most of her neck and face. 647Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfl6BWRG82X
When my son took a break to eat a snack, 647Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWXHCBxu4JF
he pointed to her and said, 647Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZQ3FW5yjIc
‘She’s really pretty and cool!’
Which left me thinking, 647Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVKDneDstrj
‘I must be doing something right as a mom.’
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