I?m a mom of three. I?m also 46. That probably doesn?t mean much until I mention that my oldest kid, Alex, is only five years old.
Just the other day, I was dropping Alex off at school with my two daughters?Maia, 2, and Selina, 7 months?when another mom approached me.
?I don?t know how you do it,? she said. ?I have two and I can?t keep up.?
I laughed and asked, ?You never thought about having a third"?
?Well, my husband and I talked about it, but I?m 35 and I don?t want to risk my baby?s health.?
Boom! Her comment hit me like a punch to the gut. Should I tell her"
?Um, well, I?m 46 and everything worked out OK,? I said, waiting for a high-pitched, only-dogs-can-hear response.
?46"!? Then a barrage of questions: ?Weren?t you worried about the risks" Were there complications" Why did you wait so long"? This, I remind myself, is why I prefer not to tell people how old I am.

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