I have maternal instincts, who knew!

There's no doubt now that my maternal instincts have kicked in. It took time but here they are. My biological clock has started ticking. It used to be that I didn't really like kids all that much. I was insecure around them. I could never figure out what the fuss was. I hated it when during social functions where there was a baby present, everyone would faun over the baby and go "Awwww!!!". I mostly just looked it at from a distance, as though it was some sort of foreign object. Because it was expected of me, I would go closer and perhaps even stick out my finger and have the baby grab it, but this was only for appearances sake.
Older kids, forget it. Once they were old enough to talk I disliked them. They were simply a nuisance. Always staring at you. Soaking up all the attention. Asking you stupid questions.
Then somewhere in my mid twenties I started to soften towards them. I began to appreciate being around kids. I enjoyed playing with them and found them cute. That didn't mean I wanted to have one. I just like them. I still liked dogs better.
This past year it's become painfully clear that I might just be cut out for motherhood after all. I smile like a goof when I see a toddler and talk jibberish to infants, and I get this knot in my stomach whenever I see a child that appears unhappy. I've become one of the "Awwww!!!" people.
Most of all I feel this need to have a child, partly because I want a family of my own, and partly to pass on a part of myself to posterity I suppose. It's perhaps an instinct we all have deep inside, that just takes a while to emerge for some of us.
The question is, will I be a good enough mother. That's what I worry about.