*Disclaimer: Yes, this post is about cake. Yes, you will want to eat some. So maybe before you start reading, you should run and grab those M&M’s, that pack of fruit snacks, the jar of PB and the bag of chocolate chips (c’mon, I know that’s your go-to when you’ve got nothing else), or maybe you were able to score something good at the grocery store and managed to get it in the cabinet covertly. Ah, the luxuries of Mamahood.
Sometimes I wonder who made these children. I am relatively sure I am their mother but… How could the offspring of two people be so different? Sure there are some similarities but the ways in which they are unique seem to far outweigh their sameness. My oldest, Cub, is thoughtful, intellectual and timid. He’s filled with pride which provides a daily struggle with adhering to boundaries. He has a hard time with change and finds comfort in routine. He’s habitual and nervous. Mooch is my middle. He’s soft and loving; gentle and empathetic; wise beyond his years. Provides endless affection, hugs and back rubs. He’s sensitive, loyal and playful. My youngest, Zook, is a wild child. He sobs constantly and it’s effective because his shrieks force this Mama to cave. He’s stingy with his love and has a temper which runs through him like a deep valley, jagged and unpredictable. His sense of humor is rich and hearty and his helpful nature will take him miles someday.
Providing such brief descriptions is a bit of a struggle. I know them better than I know myself at times. I am able to calculate their responses to situations, interactions, conflict and personalities. Still at times I am shocked by their uniqueness. It was ever more apparent to me this weekend when we celebrated Mooch’s fifth birthday
for what seems like the fifth fucking time in the last week. We hosted some friends from his class for cupcake decorating- which was a fabulous party plan! We were able to hold the entire party outside and clean-up was a cakewalk (pun totally intended).
Now before you jump up to raid your candy stash (I warned you), I want to get back to the uniqueness of my children. I would like for you to get to know my children by the manner in which they chose to decorate their cupcakes. One of my children went for precision. One went for the shock-and-awe (I think?). And one I could not capture as it was devoured at a rate which rivals my own speed of cake consumption- which for those of you who don’t know me personally is smokin’.
In case you hadn’t guessed, Cub went for structure and balance. The perfect ratio of frosting to sprinkles to toppings. It was exquisite.
Zook went for… Excess. Quantity over quality. Drama over practicality. Impact over tasteful (again with the pun).
Mooch. The tasty confection was consumed in record time. He then chugged off to run and laugh with his mates.
It’s not that surprising that I would choose to dedicate an entire post to cake- and I’m sure this won’t be the last- but it’s a new means by which to learn about my children. And for me to attempt to express the awesomeness they possess. The fullness, richness, sweetness they add to my life. Eat more cake.