I loved raising my kids. I loved the process, the dirt of it, the tears of it, the frustration of it, Christmas, Easter, birthdays, growth charts, pediatrician appointments. I loved all of it.
But in order to be the thing you want to be, you have to work like a dog at the thing you love.
One of the surest signs of the Philistine is his reverence for the superior tastes of those who put him down.