Mother’s Day:And the Cake She Deserves!

Today is Mother’s Day. But let’s be honest — every day is Mother’s Day, given that mums are managers, organisers, planners, shoppers, drivers, doctors, psychologists… and whatever else is needed, at any hour, without prior notice. 💛

You know where I’m going with this, don’t you?

A Mum Is Always On Top of Everything

A mother’s brain undergoes such a profound transformation during pregnancy that it becomes a high-speed processor — focused, precise and dedicated exclusively to her child. Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, no breaks, no days off, no airplane mode.

But alongside that superpower always comes that voice. That voice no mother can ever completely silence: Am I doing a good job?

Almost five years later, I still find myself caught in that thought. I still wonder whether I should have gone to play with her instead of sitting quietly for five minutes. Whether I should or shouldn’t have let her have the chocolate. Whether I shouted too much. Whether I demanded too much.

And if I did a squat every time I heard “Mummy!”… well, I’d be absolutely ripped by now. But I’m far too lazy for that. 😂

The Mother I Never Thought I’d Be

I’ll be honest — I never really thought about having children. I was genuinely convinced I wouldn’t have any — I’d been on the pill for so many years that I never even considered another possibility. But life has a very particular sense of humour.

After just a month and a half without the pill, my little “flea” appeared. Much faster than I ever could have expected. The shock was huge. But the fear was even bigger. What were we going to do? What was I going to do?

The first three months flew by — so much sleep, so much tiredness, normal work, barely even realising I was pregnant. But when they told me it was going to be a girl… something shifted inside me. A click. Gentle but definitive. I was going to be a mum. I really was going to be a mum.

The Example I Had. And the Mother I Chose to Be.

I can’t say I had a good example of a mother. I had the mother that was possible — given her health problems — and that shaped the way I always looked at motherhood. Perhaps that’s why I never really warmed to the idea of having my own children. But every day I wake up with one simple purpose: to be a better version of myself for my little flea.

I’m far from perfect. I still lose my temper too easily. I still shout. I still demand more than I should. But I would give my life for her at any moment — without hesitation, without thinking twice. And I think that’s what defines a mother, in the end. Not perfection. Devotion.

The Message I Want to Leave With Every Mum

The dirty laundry isn’t going anywhere. The kitchen will keep getting messy. The house will keep getting untidy.

But the years pass — and one day we’ll wake up and our little ones will have grown up. They won’t come running into our arms anymore. They won’t give us a thousand slobbery kisses on the cheek. They won’t say in that little voice:

“I love you so much, Mummy.”

So today, and whenever you can: cherish your little ones. With all the mess, with all the chaos, with all the endless “Mummy!” calls. That’s exactly where the magic lives. 🧡

The Cake This Mum Deserves 🍋🍓

To celebrate the day — and all the mums who are always giving without asking for anything in return — here is this Lemon Cake with Mascarpone, Strawberry and Mango Filling.

Delicate, fluffy and light.

Just like every mother I know. 🤍

(Full recipe below)

Happy Mother’s Day — especially to those who doubt themselves every single day. You are doing better than you think. 💛

Did any part of this resonate with you? Tell me in the comments — I love knowing I’m not alone in this! 👇💬