I hereby declare I will no longer complain about making cakes for other people.
I have acknowledged my cakes bring joy to others and they are more than appreciative when I say yes.
I am learning to accept the compliments and have even started to believe a few of them.
To what do I owe my change of heart you ask?
Well let me tell ya.
It was these:
These were made by Chip, my 19 year old, sweet as pie, mom-loving, kid. He first told me about the pancake cupcake a few weeks ago. “They look like something you would like. I want to make them for you someday.”
That someday was Saturday. He called me early evening asking if he could use my oven. (I have warned him to never turn his oven on in his trailer. I don’t trust the thing.) He told me he had everything, but wasn’t sure what buttermilk was. I said I had some. “And do you have baking powder?” Yep. “How about brown sugar?” Of course. “And flour? And vanilla? And maple syrup?” Check. Check. Check. Didn’t he just tell me he had everything???
I flipped through my magazine as he got to work. I slyly took some photos not wanting to embarrass him.
The house soon filled with the aroma of maple cakes. Hmmmm…. these were going to be yummy!
Once they were baked, he gathered up a few of my icing supplies, and took off. “I don’t want you to see the final product yet,” he explained.
The next day, I came home to an exceptionally cute little cupcake sitting at my place on the table. My heart filled with pride. I sent him a text gushing with compliments. Like me, he wanted assurance that they tasted good, and was thrilled that I loved them. I told him I couldn’t wait to show my friends at work. (I’m not sure he knows about you guys…. I have to keep some secrets.)
Being on the receiving end has made me come full circle. Yes, it’s tough sometimes to fit it all in, and yes, sometimes I feel pressure to make sure they taste good since I’m collecting money for them, but if they are feeling as excited as I was to receive a home-baked goody made from the heart, then I WANT to keep doing it.
So…. bring it on.
(And whatever you do, please don’t throw this post back in my face the next time I complain.)