Today marks 18 years as a father. (It's also my daughter's birthday :smirk:.)
When I was in my early twenties, I did not envision myself as a father, and I found children annoying. I didn't want my freedom limited by parenthood. Then, when my daughter's soon-to-be-mother noted when I was 26-27 that her clock was ticking and that she might want a baby, I had to make a decision (because my answer would likely affect whether we were to stay together).
After a lot of self-exploration, I started seeing children differently (as "cute") and decided to go ahead with the pregancy project.
I have no regrets about becoming a parent. I love my daughter SO MUCH that I tear up just writing this sentence. Right now we are living together before she goes off to college this fall, and I appreciate the time we have together before she leaves New York.