I didn’t know. I honestly didn’t get it until I had her.
When my firstborn, my Lily, was handed to me for the very first time… all pink and wrapped up in that cozy little blanket, I finally got it. It just kicked in. That incredibly FIERCE instinct… the one that trumps all others. The one that wants to shout from the rooftops, “This is MY baby. MY life. And if any of you want to get to her, you’re going to have to get through ME first!”
The instinct that was just as strong for my next three babies… and hasn’t waned a fraction. They are my most precious, God given gifts. They are my heart.
So when I gave birth to my first, and the fierceness kicked in, I finally understood MY mother… and it all became clear.
Now I’m not gonna pretend, here, that it’s always been sweet smelling roses with me and my mom.. Trust me, we’ve HAD our moments… heck we’ve had our YEARS ( ’cause teenagers are scary. Straight up.) But at the end of every day, for all of my life, I KNEW how much my mother loved me. I knew how she would sacrifice anything and everything she could for my well being… for my life, in the blink of an eye. ‘Cause I was hers… and you were gonna hafta get through HER first, if you wanted to get to ME.
A mother’s love. Aside from God above, is there anything as powerful?
I know there are exceptions. I know people have wounds and can be hurt in ways that will stifle that instinct and cause them to forsake that love that was put into them for their children. And I can’t imagine the pain involved. It is a travesty.
Because to know a mother’s love? To be on the receiving end of it… or even to be the one giving it? Well, then you know what I’m talking about. It is a gift that can get you through the hardest of times. It has the power to lift you up, and ’cause you to be the person you were MEANT to be. It is beyond worth. Priceless. Cherished. And to have it, is to be blessed.
So, when I was asked to be part of a collaboration of cake artists from around the world, each of us to design and create a cake to honor our mothers, it was a no brainer for me. Talk about a project worth doing.
I have a beautiful ceramic pitcher as part of the centerpiece on my table, here at home… and I knew that if I could recreate it in sugar and fill it with some anemone sugar flowers, my mama would love it. So I gave it a shot.
And my mama loved it.
So… here’s to Rosemary Angela Doeing, a super hero of the highest order. A cherished gift…far greater a gift than any other a girl could hope for. My mother.
I pray that my babies will always know the love that I have for them. How I would stand in the biggest, SCARIEST monster’s way to keep them safe. Always. Like my mama does for me.
Happy Mother’s Day, everyone. Xx
(Oh! And this cake made the cover of American Cake Decorating Magazine!! SQUEEEEE!!!)
Here’s a shot of all of the artist’s cakes, together, but if you want to really see who was in this collab and their gorgeous pieces, you MUST watch the very short, beautiful video, below. It’s worth it. Trust me.
And here are some work in progress shots of the making of this cake…
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