Have you ever asked yourself why you're a parent? What in the world drove you to bring a child into the world, or adopt? Were you looking for the "Child Tax Credit" to reduce the taxes you owed the government? Were you looking to unleash mini-you's on the world, spreading your agenda to all?
When it comes right down to it I don't know if I have a good answer for why I became a parent. I've always liked kids, and wanted to have kids, but was that all there was to it? Was it just the instinct to "be fruitful and multiply?" My thoughts could perhaps best be summed up with a slight modification to a great scene in an even greater movie:
My answer is I don't have the first damn clue. Maybe I was an early riser and liked to feed screaming kids in the morning. And maybe I didn't have any friends. I'm an educated man, but I'm afraid I can't speak intelligently about my own habits. What I do know is that I was set to be a father on September 6th. Now, are these the questions I was really called to answer? Feeding schedules and feces? Please tell me there's something more.
What I do know is that I'm a parent now, and that having kids has made me a better person (depending who you talk to). I've seen that my kids reflect who I am... both their good sides, and evil sides. There's nothing quite like looking in a mirror and seeing your flaws to make you want to become more than you thought possible.