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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. 627Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGk8tmSJcl9
He played for two hours with a girl who has burn scars that cover most of her neck and face. 627Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQAE5wjnV2g
When my son took a break to eat a snack, 627Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqpCbOW3T29
he pointed to her and said, 627Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqncmBtJydR
‘She’s really pretty and cool!’
Which left me thinking, 627Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFC0GndHplg
‘I must be doing something right as a mom.’
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