Motherhood Can't Be Scheduled

My sweet boy is suffering through double ear infections and a cold.  Aside from sleep (which is not achieved easily), I must hold him or he clings to my leg crying and bouncing.  We used up our acetaminophen, and I had to send Daddy to the store twice because he accidentally bought "Children's" instead of "Infant."  Baby screams at the top of his lungs for seemingly no reason.  Our house is a disaster.  We are miserable, and we are exhausted.  But, this is motherhood and it can't be scheduled.

But there are other things that can't be scheduled.

The precious kisses he gives me without prompting or warning.

The sweet cuddles I get because he just needs his Mommy.

The grin he gives me when he's done something that he thinks is just spectacular.

The milestones he reaches when only he is ready.

The adorable dancing.

The un-explainable joy I get from looking at his precious face, pudgy hands, or cute little gap in his teeth.

Motherhood, scheduled or not, is amazing.