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.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB2ZmEiqXGo
He played for two hours with a girl who has burn scars that cover most of her neck and face. 652Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnqRk1AiiLP
When my son took a break to eat a snack, 652Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqCim7TtQ6H
he pointed to her and said, 652Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1DTskVK63j
‘She’s really pretty and cool!’
Which left me thinking, 652Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW9mIbINUk9
‘I must be doing something right as a mom.’
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