
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. 497Please respect copyright.PENANAgHLRErUUEn
He played for two hours with a girl who has burn scars that cover most of her neck and face. 497Please respect copyright.PENANAeozXXojtX5
When my son took a break to eat a snack, 497Please respect copyright.PENANAOvcSa7gos3
he pointed to her and said, 497Please respect copyright.PENANASb7muAkFxK
‘She’s really pretty and cool!’
Which left me thinking, 497Please respect copyright.PENANACHVQ5hKbWN
‘I must be doing something right as a mom.’
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