Every year on my boy’s birthdays, I bake them a cake. Nothing fancy or expensive—a simple cake to celebrate their existence; their journey.
When my boys were little, we didn’t have much, in fact we didn’t have anything. I started life as a teen mom; naive and didn’t know about the world yet. But one thing I did know—even back then—was that I loved my boys more than life itself and being their mom meant everything to me.
So on their birthday, I’d go out and buy a box of Duncan Hines cake mix and frosting—it was less than a buck and change for both (back then) and truth be told—affordable. They loved it and it made me happy.
Fast forward 20+ years later, I still bake them a Duncan Hines cake, with frosting, on their birthday. No matter how good life is treating us now; how blessed we are, it’s not about money or material things, it never was.
You see… back in the day I used to think “If only I could give my boys all of the things that other kids have, that would make me them happy.” (boy was I wrong…) I didn’t know it then—I was just being “mom”, trying to make ends meet, living life and celebrating milestones along the way—but I know it now, God was already working in me.
He was molding me, teaching me and guiding me to be the mom He wanted me to be. He showed me the values and the morals of a mother, so that I could instill and teach my boys the values and the morals of children.
Today, we live in a generation where a lot of kids no longer know what manners are. They don’t say please and thank you, yes ma’am, no sir. They’re disrespectful and crude to their parents and grandparents. They have no moral conscience about being mean to other people. We live in a generation of “entitled” kids who want, but don’t give. Who feel they deserve because they say so. And while it may be too late for some, if you have little ones at home—even grand sugars—it’s never too late to instill.
Instead, go out and buy a box of Duncan Hines cake mix and frosting—or whatever humble traditions you want to begin—and instill values and morals in our next generation of children. Teach them. Talk to them. Show them. Guide them… because they won’t be little for long.
Tomorrow, the little boy in the picture turns 25. And although he is out of town for the week, when he returns—I could give him the world—but I'm not—instead, we're baking a cake. My heart.