Waiting at my daughter’s ballet class, I chatted with another mother. She was married to a man from Russia. She had lived there and shared with me that in Russia they give money to families with lots of children…they considered three to be a lot. When I told her that I had six children, she told me that in Russia they would call me a “hero mother”. I liked the sound of that. Something in my heart stood up a little taller. A hero-mother. Yeah, I like that.