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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. 556Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU16oQgEJQH
He played for two hours with a girl who has burn scars that cover most of her neck and face. 556Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRB0AXwiF9W
When my son took a break to eat a snack, 556Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcJuDx0ek1g
he pointed to her and said, 556Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlgv5rLqSuG
‘She’s really pretty and cool!’
Which left me thinking, 556Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsVTqJmjgTe
‘I must be doing something right as a mom.’
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