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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. 536Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFwteiL4A2o
He played for two hours with a girl who has burn scars that cover most of her neck and face. 536Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNFfQpRcy1y
When my son took a break to eat a snack, 536Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwj2vA6oLAu
he pointed to her and said, 536Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3zicGNtUFW
‘She’s really pretty and cool!’
Which left me thinking, 536Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRsCCnd4hgZ
‘I must be doing something right as a mom.’
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