So we’re keeping it simple. I’m practically practicing yoga I’m so relaxed about all of it (at least that’s what I tell myself every time anxiety starts to creep in). John requested and ice cream cake. Easy and classy enough —no problem! Jacob asked for a pile of Twinkies with a candle on top😫. Now hold up!?
This mama was born and raised in Iowa where baking was practically a sport. My Mom could spot a box cake from across the room and would whisper in my ear not to eat any because it wouldn’t be good. My first cake entry at the county fair was my Grandma Whattoff’s chocolate cake recipe, which earned me a trip to the State Fair! And my child is asking me to cut open cellophane wrappers and arrange the factory-made mini cakes on a platter?
So I said, “Sure—sounds like fun!”
I’ve learned a lot in this process:
1. Where the Twinkies are kept at the grocery store. (Who would have thought with the bread?).
2. Cellophane wrappers are difficult to open. (About 15 Twinkies in I decided baking a cake from scratch would be easier).
3. The love I have for my children seems to know no bounds.
This last one is no joke. I gave up my career for my children. My body is wrecked from carrying them around both before and after birth. And now I’m serving Twinkies at a party. Who would have ever thought?
It’s amazing to think we have a Father in Heaven who loves us beyond what our earthly understanding of love could every comprehend. He knows us, loves us, sent His son to be our Savior, and inspired the Bible to be our guide. It makes my personal sacrifice of a Twinkie cake seem silly, and His sacrifice of bridging the gap between us that much more magnificent.
So I’ll serve this chemical-laden dessert with a smile on my face knowing my son feels loved...and knowing there’s a God above who loves us all.
“Neither height nor depth, nor anything in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Romans 8:28
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