When I became a Mum I saw it as a rite of passage to make my kid’s birthday cakes.
I’d envisaged pulling out a Women’s Weekly cake decorating for kids book and creating a fantastic Hungry Caterpillar, a realistic Thomas the Tank Engine, or elegant Barbie/toilet roll holder style wonder.
Emily’s first birthday cake was okay. As a good sleeper, while she napped I had the time to bake and decorate a cake, and was quite chuffed with the simple white cake, with cute yellow cut out ready-made roll-out icing ducks. But by four years old, I discovered that she actually had an opinion on what cake she wanted. And this year it was a “sparkly rainbow” cake.
With two kids now, where I chose to spend my time and the endless inner battle of either a clean or tidy house but rarely both at the same time (anyone else?!), baking a “sparkly rainbow” cake seemed a bit more of a challenge, and I knew my local supermarket had a fantastic selection of ready-made birthday cakes.
The day before the party came and into my shopping trolley, along with fruit boxes and chicken nuggets, I added the wonderful shop bakery made multiple layer rainbow cake, covered with rainbow coloured 100’s and 1000’s. Job done.
Until I got home. And guilt overcame me.
Why wasn’t I making her birthday cake? I’d only be able to make so many before my little girl was grown up and didn’t want a party cake made by her Mummy. I could have bought the ingredients for less – actually I couldn’t but I’d convinced myself this. Would the other mums judge me for not baking it? Surely a cake whose expiry is a month from now can’t be full of very good things?
I know it’s ridiculous but I didn’t sleep well that night.
And by the next morning, with the party starting a 2pm, I was out the door at 8am returned the cake, bought eggs, flour and 5 gel colours and baked a cake, iced it and covered it with 100s and 1000s. My husband thought I was mad – I knew I was mad – but I couldn’t help myself!
But do you know what, Emily helped me make that cake. She chose the colours of the layers and we had a lovely morning baking. So while she didn’t eat it, and most of the kids didn’t because it tasted like the proverbial – it looked great and I was proud that I’d made it.
Roll on next year!
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Author Deborah, is mum of two – Emily 4 and Jack 2. Living away from family – but not friends, and wracked by mum-guilt on a day to day basis. Loves getting creative with the kids, but doesn’t like the mess it creates. #saynotoglitter