Three years into my first, and waited til I was a bit older (40). Kids are mirrors. They force you to confront all the weaknesses that were laying dormant (or, in many cases, painfully obvious to everyone) in yourself, your social structures, and your relationships. I thought I had conquered my anger issues, but oh boy does my little baby girl find ways to make me realize I simply hadn't been tested properly in a while.

"This is my guru" is what I tell myself. She's here to show me what needs to be done. And finally I have a reason to climb that mountain, a reason much bigger than me.

So, yeah, it's fucking difficult. But necessary. And worth it. But only if you have the right mindset, IMO.