Mine are 7 & 9 and I adore them, and my life as a mother.
I wasn’t absolutely 100% desperate to have children but I thought I’d like it and DP and I felt we were “ready as well ever be” so we decided to just go for it. Honestly it wasn’t a big overwhelming biological drive or anything. More a “sure, go on so” feeling.
And yes, of course, at times it has been the hardest thing I’ve ever done, and I’ve had PLENTY of sleepless nights (I did not make good sleepers and was too soft to sleep train). BUT if I didn’t feel an overwhelming urge to have children before I had them, I am utterly overwhelmed by love for them now.
They have given me and DP so much joy. They have made us appreciate the simple things in life so much more, I have re-lived my own wonderful childhood through theirs, I have stopped to smell the roses with them a billion times. Perhaps if it hasn’t been (admittedly) SO HARD at times, then the good times wouldn’t be as heart-fillingly sweet.
No doubt your life will never be the same again, but for every trough of sleep deprived despair, at least for me, there had been a subsequent peak of pure joy. It’s a rollercoaster. But my god it’s bloody brilliant, life affirming stuff. Hence we went for a second round!
I think you could canvass a thousand people and get a thousand different answers. The reality is the “cons” list for having a child at all is intimidatingly massive and the “pros” list boils down to one item: love.
And that has absolutely blown the cons out of the water for me.