I’ve heard people say motherhood is not a piece of cake. While I agree wholeheartedly with this statement, especially when the “cake” doesn’t quite turn out as I hoped, I live for the moments when everything from the selection of ingredients, process of baking and feeling the appreciation and love from the person for whom I am baking comes together.

This year, my now 11 year old requested for me to bake her a cake instead of getting one from the bakery. Even though this tends to be a busy time for me with grading end of the semester, I was happy to fulfill Quinn’s birthday wish.

In her thoughtfulness, she said that she was okay with a simple design, but after giving it some thought, I decided to add a bit more color and flair to represent her personality. Upon seeing her birthday cake, her eyes widened, and she ran over and gave me a huge hug.

She repeatedly told me that she loved her birthday cake and thanked me for taking the time to make it and how it made her feel special. She even told me that I should open my own bakery which put a huge smile on my face.

No, motherhood is not a piece of cake. There may even be times where Quinn is unhappy with me or something that I’m making her do as her mother, but I have a feeling that baking her a birthday cake is a memory that will remain with her well into adulthood.

All the best,

Tanya