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. 652Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQujNRNGyq8
He played for two hours with a girl who has burn scars that cover most of her neck and face. 652Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡekakTnMXyn
When my son took a break to eat a snack, 652Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb5QRn9HaGb
he pointed to her and said, 652Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjw1BE9LD6u
‘She’s really pretty and cool!’
Which left me thinking, 652Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5WqFfUxmvo
‘I must be doing something right as a mom.’
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