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My reasons for having kids were totally selfish. I wanted one, and I had one. I liked that little girl so well, I thought we'd give it a go for a boy. And voila! We got both in the set! (i.e. both boy and girl).
Now, my initial reasons were purely selfish, but that is absolutely where it ends.
There are so many intangible things that make child rearing the ultimate experience, and with each parent it's different.
When I look around at my kids, I can't help but smile. The daily discoveries, the lessons learned, the inevitable pillow fight. These corny little "Hallmark" moments are the stuff of legend, providing more joy and laughter than any other form of entertainment.
I mean, if you thought you enjoyed going to the toy store when you were a kid, wait til you take your own...It's at least double the fun.
Whatever reasons you have kids, they tend to make a place of their own. Niether of my kids act as I thought they would. They didn't bring me the experiences that I assumed they would. I can't control them as I thought I could. So basically, you'e just along for the ride.
And coming from experience, you are never truly ready for a child. You are granted the gift, and from that day forward, you grow into your role as a parent. It's not something that you attain before the baby gets here.
Who knows man, in the future, you may have a dozen!!
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The sad thing is... as you get older you come to realize that you don't so much pilot your life, as you just try to hold on, in a screaming, defiant ball of white-knuckle anxious fury 
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