You have no idea how attached you can become to another human being until you have kids. They are so vulnerable and so innocent and so cute that you become hopelessly in love with them, to the point where you feel vulnerable.
What if something were to happen to them? How could I possibly have a reason to live it this little guy/girl were to perish? It puts things in an a relative perspecitive that cannot be appreciated fully until it is experienced first hand.
