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. 321Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPlPAG0Qh0L
He played for two hours with a girl who has burn scars that cover most of her neck and face. 321Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8liXzed7Jh
When my son took a break to eat a snack, 321Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVRMurvZP3k
he pointed to her and said, 321Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPRu6K1Szqj
‘She’s really pretty and cool!’
Which left me thinking, 321Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrt8EHgQQID
‘I must be doing something right as a mom.’
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and then Add to home screen.