To equivocate, being a parent is by far the most difficult thing I’ve ever done, easily four times as hard as I expected. I have never been so ill used, overwhelmed, driven mad, exhausted, and neurotic in my life. And the only reason for all that stress is how much I want to do a good job. If I was stupid and didn’t give a shit about him, it would be pretty easy, as you say.

That said, actually worrying about doing well is a promising early sign in a prospective parent.