I don’t think anyone can really say what makes them want kids. I mean, we can discuss the benefits and drawbacks of kids until the cows come home (and I’m in the city so it’ll take a while!

) but what makes us want kids is a biological urge that’s hard to put into words.
I’ve always known I wanted kids. When I was young, I used to think about the way my parents and grandparents raised their kids, and consider what I’d emulate and what I’d change when I had my own. For years, while I was getting an education and getting started in my career, I could say with confidence that I wanted kids, but wasn’t ready yet.
Now, I’m ready. When I see a pregnant mother, I feel a twinge of envy. This morning my boyfriend and I went to Costco, and we had to stop and smile at the strollers and baby gear for a while. When I see little kids, I can feel my ovaries twitch.
Why do I want kids? I still don’t know, exactly. Sure, they’re cute, but I also know that I find them exhausting at certain ages, and that they’re going to turn my comfortable little life upside-down. I have enough trouble keeping my apartment clean when it’s just me and my cat - how am I going to handle it post-partum with an infant and a toddler or two?
But you know, it’s when I see happily married parents that I really want kids. When my friend goes outside with his seven-year-old daughter to catch flies to feed their pet insects. When I see his daughter’s delight at finding pretty stones and asking her father if that sparkle comes from quartz.
I’m ready to help a little one discover the world. I want to take my little son or daughter to the park and spend an hour finding the best stick for swordfighting. I want to teach my kid to throw bread to the ducks, and bandage the scrapes on her knees from trying to climb up the slide on a hot day. I want to watch my boyfriend teach our toddler to throw an inflatable basketball into a miniature hoop in our driveway, and take us all out for ice cream to celebrate when he finally makes a basket.
Yeah, I’m ready to see the world through a child’s eyes again. Sure, I could do it by being an aunt or by volunteering to help disadvantaged children, but my heart is telling me that having kids is the right decision for me. And I guess that’s why most people have kids.