Like many other mothers, I can easily say that my inspiration for pretty much everything I do is my children. The memories I want to make with them. The life I want to give them. One of my earliest memories is when my Aunt Cindy made me a clown cake for my 2nd or 3rd birthday. I remember the way the kitchen smelled as it was baking, I remember how the frosting decorated those little clowns perched on the cake and the feel of the little plastic balloons. I remember feeling so loved and special that something that had taken so much time and energy was made especially for me. I remember the anticipation bubbling waiting for it to be done. I also remember crying hysterically when it was time to cut my beautiful clown cake because I didn’t want it to end, knowing if we cut it and ate it, it would be gone forever.
Jane currently gets a lot of the spotlight here in my blog. Sweet Jane’s is named after her and she spends a lot of time with me in the kitchen as her brother is away at school all day. But, Thomas was truly my initial inspiration to start making cakes that were above and beyond a box mix and a can of frosting. That boy carries with him my heart, he made me a mother and he is one of the greatest gifts I have been given. He is something unique and hilarious and refreshingly unafraid to be an individual. I started out by wanting to give him a special birthday cake like I had, a cake that made him feel as special as he deserved to feel, one that he would look back on fondly with all his senses. This started my tradition of creating elaborate cakes per my children’s heart desires on their birthday. My cakes have certainly improved over the years which are aided by having a better understanding of the art and better supplies to go along with it. The goal was and is to create a tradition, to build the anticipation of the day that celebrates them, to show them in a tangible way that I am willing to try anything for them and hopefully give them a memory they can look back on and say “my mom made me the best cakes for my birthday.”
Even though Thomas loves eating my creations, he generally is not interested in helping me in the kitchen. He is a miniature version of his father and the two of them often work in cahoots to sneak in and steal a finger full of frosting and then run out of the kitchen to do whatever it is boys do. Jane on the other hand, has the baking bug just like her mama. As soon as she sees me pull the Kitchen Aid out, she runs to the dining room yelling “my chair, my chair” and she pushes it over to the counter to climb on up and help. I would be lying if I said that I haven’t shed tears more than once when I look over at her little body standing tip-toe on the chair peeking over into the mixer and watching it swirl the batter around. These are the moments that make life special. These fleeting moments of mother and daughter baking together side by side that will someday be just a memory. I hope she never outgrows wanting to help me, I hope that I will always have her as my assistant. I hope that someday she can look back on these days of us together in our tiny kitchen with as much joy as I can. Life moves so fast and fades so quickly, moments created are soon memories, mostly forgotten and sometimes gone forever like my dismantled clown cake. I sure do hope these are the ones that last forever.