Today we baked a cake.  Actually, we baked two cakes.

For Mother’s Day, I requested cinnamon rolls and coffee from a local coffee shop.  However, purchasing store-bought or pre-made items is challenging for our family.  Food allergies, intolerances, sensitivities, as well as the quality of ingredients, are all concerns when it comes to food in our home.

So what is a mom to do?

We made our own version of cinnamon rolls of course.  We even baked a special treat for Mother’s Day dinner.

If you have ever baked with children, you will understand how painful it can be.  They want to do it all, measure, scoop, pour, and stir.  And when you let them do those things, it takes twice as long and makes an enormous mess!  It’s a perfectionists worst nightmare!

My daughter was stirring cake number two and hadn’t quite figured out the importance of holding onto the bowl while you stir.  One big scoop with the spoon and flour and cake batter went EVERYWHERE!

We both jumped.  Her little eyes looked up at me with concern and she slowly said, “I’m sorry mama”.

I could have easily been irritated and annoyed with the mess and how long everything was taking.  But none of that really mattered.  We didn’t have anywhere to go so there was no need to rush.

I wrapped my arms around her and told her, “No worries baby, messes can be cleaned up”.  She giggled and said, “I’m having so much fun baking with you.”

Tears immediately welled up in my eyes and I smiled.

Some days, having so many food restrictions gets the best of me.  Today was one of those days.  I just wanted to enjoy a cinnamon roll without having to worry about sharing it or baking it myself.

But God had other plans.

Today, I am thankful for some of those restrictions.  They opened my eyes to how what we eat affects our health and how important it is to properly fuel our bodies.  Those restrictions also give me memories.  Memories that never would have happened if I had gone to the bakery for my cinnamon roll.

It really was a lot of fun baking together.  She was gaining confidence, practicing hand-eye coordination, and math skills and we were making priceless memories together.  Her words will forever sing in my ears as I remember baking our Mother’s Day cakes together.  It was truly one of my favorite moments with her.

I always tell my daughter, messy kitchens are where the magic happens.  And today I caught a glimpse of that magic and I will remember this day always.

Here are our cakes.  They might not be Pinterest worthy but they were so much fun to bake together and they tasted delicious!



Here’s to Messy Kitchens and Happy Hearts!


Love & Blessings,



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