I recently read this quote:
"The two most important days of your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why." ~Mark Twain
The day I found out why I was born was the day my son, my only child, was born. All other accomplishments in my life pale in comparison to this, as will all future accomplishments. Someday I hope to get my novel published. I hope to get more than one novel published. And the days on which these events hopefully do happen will indeed be splendid, but they will be nothing like the day of Alan's birth. He is my most incredible creation, and even after nearly eighteen years, I find him to be a miracle. I know that most people feel this way about their children, but those of us blessed with children should always bear this in mind.
We writers often refer to our books as our babies, and indeed they are, but it was my actual baby who showed me my reason for being on this earth.