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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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