
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. 631Please respect copyright.PENANA6w8tQiVYHl
He played for two hours with a girl who has burn scars that cover most of her neck and face. 631Please respect copyright.PENANAQWRg20l0Uh
When my son took a break to eat a snack, 631Please respect copyright.PENANAWpKwYXmhmd
he pointed to her and said, 631Please respect copyright.PENANAbCfgDiNig9
‘She’s really pretty and cool!’
Which left me thinking, 631Please respect copyright.PENANA2IwCsxLcf4
‘I must be doing something right as a mom.’
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