The Royal Tea Party was complete except for one essential item: cake. The sweet aroma of her mother’s baking had filled the house all morning. All morning she had been denied. It was nearly more than three-year-old Emma could stand. “No cake until your sister’s party, Emma,” her mother had warned repeatedly. But now she could hear the shower running. Opportunity knocked.
As she emerges from the shower, Jill feels relief. Maybe those 12 books I’ve read on time management are finally paying off. The traditional Robertson birthday cake is made and everything is ready for the party. I might actually enjoy it instead of losing my mind – my own personal tradition.
Suddenly, she’s jogged from her thoughts by a dangerous sound – silence. Jill throws open Emma’s bedroom door to find Her Royal Highness — fingers and face covered in pink homemade icing. Queen Emma is holding court, pinky extended as she clinks tea cups with her equally surprised “guests.” Helplessly, Jill sputters, “Emma Grace! That is your sister’s cake!”
“Sissy won’t mind, Mommy,” she says calmly. “She said she’s never liked Grandma’s cake anyway.”
“What?! I’ve made that recipe every year of her life! Grandma made it every year of my life!”
“Why don’t you make your own recipe, Mommy?”
Yeah…she thought. Why don’t you make your own recipe, Mommy?
Creating our own mothering recipe is not as difficult as we think. It requires a willing heart and a desire to change what is not working. The result is a creation that is unique to each one of us. No one else has to like it. It must only taste good to us and the Master Chef.