
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. 685Please respect copyright.PENANAzd5bzVkWub
He played for two hours with a girl who has burn scars that cover most of her neck and face. 685Please respect copyright.PENANADptiFBL7Bs
When my son took a break to eat a snack, 685Please respect copyright.PENANA83UJFpQhFE
he pointed to her and said, 685Please respect copyright.PENANAXFAUHzfjuJ
‘She’s really pretty and cool!’
Which left me thinking, 685Please respect copyright.PENANAtXGu69G72W
‘I must be doing something right as a mom.’
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