Lately there's been tons of media around two big motherhood stories.
Unless you live under a rock you know the first.
The 33 year-old mother of six who thought the term "Eight is Enough" was a guideline for childbirth numbers.
In Canada, we've been caught up with the 60 year-old woman from Calgary who just had twins.
Makes me think.
I'm 45. I have four kids. And I often consider myself:
a) to be old
b) to have too many children.
These women blow me out of the water - one is young, but has enough kids to start her own pre-school, and one is geriatric (no, she is - when I had my fourth at age 39, I was called a "geriatric maternity patient", in Canada) but at least she can hold her entire brood in two arms.
All of this makes my complaining a little silly.
And isn't that what parenting is all about these days? Having the hardest time or the busiest schedule or the best/worst behaved kids?
I hear Jon & Kate are thinking of adopting another 6 just to keep up. Not to mention the frequent flier miles Angelina's looking at racking up.
And on the positive side, I just became a young Mom with a small family.