Being the mum I thought I would be

I always thought I would be the kind of mum who bakes cakes and biscuits on the weekend. It didn't turn out that way. I have fond memories of my own mum baking biscuits, fairy cakes and cutting off excess pie crust with a blunt knife. So I figured I would be the same. Erm not really.

That said, I am not completely undomesticated, I do occasionally bake something or spontaneously conjure up something mildly domestic, but it is more of a rarity than a Saturday morning ritual.

However this morning, my youngest decided what kind of mum I was going to be today. She declared that we were going to make a lemon cake, because she likes sour tasting things. There was no negotiating, it was going to be a lemon cake and it was going to be today. You may recall from an earlier post we love lemons in this house.

Now my little angel is a very immediate kind of being. Things need to happen right now not in 5 mins or after lunch, but right now.

She is not demanding about it, in fact she goes about the task with a high level of independence. As I turned around, she had found two lemons, the lemon squeezer and a butterfly cake tin. She was ready to bake.

Rather than protesting and negotiating, I decided that we were going to make a butterfly shaped lemon pie right now. Why not indeed. There was nowhere else we had to be and the other tasks were actually rather mundane anyway.

So off we went. Squeezing, rolling and stirring.

It was great fun. We chatted and we worked together. Her doing one thing and me another. I couldn't thing of a better thing to be doing on the snowy cold morning. I actually felt that this event mattered to her. Dare I even suggest that it would become a memory of hers, her and her mum baking lemon cake.

So there you have it. Today I became the mum of my dreams!
Now isn't that something to be pleased about.

Anybody for cake?