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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. 493Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfNqlZyy2kD
He played for two hours with a girl who has burn scars that cover most of her neck and face. 493Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQfxk1B64TD
When my son took a break to eat a snack, 493Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6sFfFh84to
he pointed to her and said, 493Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2qnOwrIGMp
‘She’s really pretty and cool!’
Which left me thinking, 493Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7BB3RLQnUg
‘I must be doing something right as a mom.’
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