When you decide to have children, you are making the conscious decision that someone else's needs come before yours and you will be "inconvenienced" for many years.
Sleepless nights, learning how to do a diaper, figuring out what the heck cradle cap is, trips to the pediatrician, ear infections, more sleepless nights, following the bus to school on the first day of kindergarten, enrolling in all kinds of lessons so they find the "thing" that clicks with them, navigating the tricky waters of middle school, being a listening ear, countless trips to school because they "forgot ___ and they need it for school today!", asking the tough questions, having the tough conversations, more sleepless nights, saying no when everyone else is saying yes, sticking to your guns, doing what your gut tells you is right, driving to early morning practices, picking up from late night practices, learning about each child's passion and helping them follow it, cutting family trips short because of rehearsals, planning family trips around a child's activity, endless time in the car, did I mention sleepless nights?, having your heart break when rehearsals, shows, performances don't go well, having your heart break even more when they get injured, more time in the car, and list goes on...
But then...then, you get this: feeling your heart swell with joy - more than you thought possible - when they ROCK the 'thing' they love, being so grateful that their passions introduced you to worlds you didn't really know (Hello, Color Guard, DCI, ballet, music, cheer - nice to meet you!). watching them find their wings and simply soar, being amazed by the people they are growing into, being blown away by their courage and confidence, being inspired by them on a daily basis.
I'll take being "inconvenienced" any day.