Today is my birthday. I made a cake to celebrate. It’s a very special cake you see. Not because of some secret ingredient or a particular filling, not because of a gourmet chocolate icing or pretty swirls. Today is not only my birthday, it’s my 45th birthday. That’s an important milestone for me as my own mother died when she was 45. I miss her so much. It’s almost 22 years and I still can’t think about her without sobbing. This is a special year for me making it to her age and still being here. Here with all 4 kids I bore that she never had the chance to meet. Here, cigarette free for the last 20 years because I vowed I wouldn’t let it kill me too.
So I baked this cake for her, in her memory. To remind me of her, how special she was to me, and how I longed for her every time I had a parenting question or wanted to know about things I had done as a child.
So if you’re willing to endure my blubbering through this blog post I’d be honored if you read along. If not, I completely understand, the recipe can be found at the end.
First, let me make it clear that I lost my mother to heart disease, not cancer. But I still lost her. People lose loved ones all the time to illness and it doesn’t matter what took them away, the only thing that remains is that hole in your heart. It hurts my heart knowing that people are leaving this earth before their time.
We came here from England in 1969, I was a mere tot at only 2 years of age. This photo was taken on Christmas Day in 1969. I’m the little girl in the white coat, my older brother is wearing the dark coat with the hood, and my mother is holding my younger brother. The other two children were our first friends in America.
My father was back in England gathering our life together, so we took this picture to send to him and wish him a Merry Christmas.
My mom was a beautiful person. Not only on the outside, but on the inside too. She was tiny, 5’4″, a full 5 inches shorter than me. I miss her smile and her glow, she was so full of love and happiness.
When she was 39, she suffered a heart attack in a convenience store parking lot. I’ll never forget walking into the Intensive Care Unit and seeing her lying there, tubes everywhere. I was 17 then, a senior in high school. I was so scared, I couldn’t imagine life going on without her. It wasn’t until she was transferred to a recovery room that I found out she was also 5 months pregnant. A triple bypass was performed and the baby was fine. Baby “Johnathon” was a “surprise” that she and her boyfriend had not expected. With her illness she feared she wouldn’t be around very long, so she made the difficult decision to give him up for adoption. I looked into his big, blue saucer eyes through the nursery window one last time. I never saw him again. I only have a few snapshots of him to remember him by.
As time went on there was a minor heart attack, and another, and an angioplasty to widen her blood vessels and prevent the blockage. Over the next few years I began working in the corporate world and didn’t have as much time for my mom. She would call and ask when we could get together and I would often have a reason why I couldn’t. We lived over an hour from each other and I worked full time. I didn’t see my mom as often as I should have and I wish I could do that all over again.
It was my 21st birthday, so we got together to celebrate. My brothers, my sister in law, my boyfriend (now husband) and my mom. We had a lot of fun and it was great to get together and celebrate! By now my mom was a grandma already as my older brother had a daughter from his first marriage in Germany while he was in the service. Unfortunately though that little girl, Jennifer, was across the ocean and my mom was unable to embrace her grandchild.
It wasn’t long after that I became pregnant for the first time. I was elated and the first person I told was my mom. A few weeks later I miscarried and lost that baby. I was devastated but she was there to comfort me and assure me that there must have been a reason. A few months later I was pregnant again, so happy to soon be a parent. But alas, it wasn’t meant to be as I miscarried a second time. Again, my mother was there for me, to comfort me and tell me everything was going to be alright.
September 7, 1990. It was a beautiful, clear day. Not a cloud in the sky. The sun was beaming, traffic was surprisingly light, and I made it home from work in record time. I stepped inside to a ringing telephone. It was my brother, telling me that mom was gone. I dropped to my knees and began to sob uncontrollably. I have never experienced such sorrow and heartache in my entire life. How could this be? I had just talked to her on the phone the day before, how could she be gone?
She had experienced two major surgeries and 6 heart attacks in the last 6 years. She was invincible I thought. I truly believed in all my 23 year old naivety that she would never die. But she did. And she was gone. Stripped from my life. I would never hear her beautiful English accent again or see her lovely smile. Touch her soft face or hug her petite frame. That was it. It was over. Her life was over and she was no longer of this earth.
She was 45 years old when she was welcomed into Heaven’s gates.
September 8, 1990. Through puffy, tear drenched eyes I looked out the window as my husband drove us to her apartment. It was time to go through her possessions and meet with my brothers. Time to decide what to do with her things, who would take what. My mother didn’t have worldy possessions, she had a few trinkets, clothes I would never fit into, and your average apartment full of furniture.
As I looked through her room, sobbing at everything I touched or turned up, I found a letter in her lingerie drawer. Through tears and a torturous ache I’d never felt in my heart before, I opened the envelope addressed to me and my two brothers.
This letter tormented me for a very long time. It wasn’t until I’d been a mother myself for many years that I realized that it doesn’t matter how good of a mom you really are, you will always find fault in yourself.
“I hope you will forgive me for not being the best mom in the world.”
Oh mom, don’t you see? You WERE the best mom in the world. You loved me, you comforted me, you provided for me. Being a good mom is not measured by the material possessions you give to your children, it’s measured by the love and guidance that you provide. The knowledge that you instill in your children to help them become kind, responsible adults.
One day, out of the clear blue sky you were torn from the pages of my life, just like that. I didn’t get to say goodbye. I couldn’t kiss you one last time or hug you ever again. There were no more chances. I missed out on that and ignored the warning signs. So naive. That day will be forever ingrained in my mind.
I cried for a long time. I mourned and grieved and blamed myself for not seeing her more often. In my head I would hear the pleading in her voice over the phone asking when I would be coming to visit, I can still hear it all these years later. I was so angry with myself for selfishly choosing not to make the time. And then one day it was just too late. I missed the opportunity train and I’m not sure I’ll ever forgive myself for that. I’ve tried, but I still haven’t been able to.
When I was a little girl, every birthday my mom would make me a yellow cake. It’s my favorite. I’d rather have classic yellow cake with chocolate frosting over any other cake. Ever. She would frost it with chocolate, pipe on white stars and write a happy birthday message. I started looking for pictures I could share. I remember one in particular, my 6th birthday, because of the photograph that I’d seen that had captured that happy day in time. Sadly, I couldn’t find it. Even sadder, I discovered that I have very few pictures of my mom in my possession.
So instead I’m sharing pictures of the cake I made for me and my mom. I baked this cake in honor of my life and of hers. I am celebrating today that while my kids have never met her, I have been able to keep her memory alive with stories and the few photos I have. I have been able to build a picture in my kids’ minds of their grandmother and how much she would have adored them had she be given the chance.
I also hope to spread the message that it’s important to relish the time that we do have together and not to take that time for granted.
Make time in your busy schedule to visit with your family before that opportunity is gone forever. Pencil them in if you must. Just make sure to do it. Don’t carry a guilt with you like I do.
Death is an inevitable part of life. But heart disease, cancer and other fatal illnesses take too many people far too soon. I loved my mother while she was here, and I will love her forever.
Her passing has left a hole in my heart that can never be filled. I can only hope that I have honored her life, created a vision of her for my children, and become the woman that she hoped I would be.
I love you mom. Rest in peace. I will see again someday.
Classic Yellow Cake with Chocolate Frosting
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Cake
- 2 ¼ cups cake flour
- 2 ½ teaspoons baking powder
- 1 teaspoon salt
- 1 ½ cups sugar
- ¾ cup unsalted butter
- 3 large eggs
- 1 large egg yolk
- ¾ cup milk
- 1 tablespoon pure vanilla extract
- ½ teaspoon almond extract
Chocolate Frosting
- 6 ounces good-quality semisweet chocolate chopped
- 6 tablespoons unsalted butter
- 2 ½ cups powdered sugar
- 1 tablespoon light corn syrup
- ½ cup sour cream
- 1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
Instructions
- Preheat oven to 350 F. Grease 2 9-inch round cake pans then line with parchment paper circles. The grease will help hold the parchment in place as well as help you remove the cake when done.
- In a medium bowl, stir or whisk together the cake flour, baking powder and salt. Set aside.
- Add extracts to the milk in measuring cup or bowl. Set aside.
- With mixer on medium speed, beat butter until creamy. Gradually add in sugar until incorporated. Add eggs and yolk one at a time until incorporated. Turn off mixer and scrape sides of bowl.
- With mixer on low speed, gradually add half of the dry ingredients, then half of the milk mixture. Mix in remaining dry and wet ingredients and mix until it all comes together. Scrape down sides if needed. Beat on medium speed for 2 minutes to aerate the batter.
- Pour batter into prepared cake pans and bake for 22-32 minutes, or until cake tester comes out clean and top springs back to your touch.
- Cool in pan on wire rack for 10 minutes then remove from pans and cool completely.
For the frosting:
- Melt the chopped chocolate and butter in a good-sized bowl either in the microwave or suspended over a pan of simmering water. Cool.
- Place powdered sugar into the food processor and blitz to remove lumps. Add remaining frosting ingredients and process until smooth.
- Spoon about 1/3 of the frosting onto the center of the cake-half and spread with a knife or spatula until you cover the top of it evenly, leaving about 1/2" from the edges. Set the other cake on top, right side up, pressing gently to sandwich the 2 together.
- Spoon another 1/3 of the frosting onto the top of the cake. Spread the sides of the cake smooth then spread the frosting on top in a swirly, textured way.
- Hint: For my swirled top, I hold the icing spatula over the top outside edge and turn the plate as I go, working my way into the center.
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Dianna says
Thank you for sharing! I’m off to see my Mom in a couple of weeks. She’s not doing well and lives 12 hours away. Can’t imagine life without her.
Kel says
This was beautiful – from the heart. Your mom would not want you to feel guilty …
claudia says
I happened upon your blog while on Pinterest of all place. Of course your birthday cake caught my eye right away, but as I started reading tears started to well up in my eyes. I lost my mother when I was 12 and she was 45! She died tragically in a way I still can’t talk about. But 45 was a milestone for me as well, this year I turned 50 and it hit me that I have been alive longer than she ever was. I sobbed at your words about missing her so, sometimes I feel no one can understand why I’m 50 and still have this gaping hole in me from not having her in my life. I too have so few photographs of my mom, and I too have a cherished small sentence she wrote to me in the back of an address book, I would have never found it had I not poured over her thing through the years. It’s says: I will always love you, even until the end of the world. Now that I have kids I too understand what she meant. Don’t beat yourself up too much, you’ve already suffered her loss, your mom understood what it was like to be young. We don’t love our kids any less just because they’d rather be off playing with friends :) Thank you for sharing this beautiful tribute to your mom… and for making me remember my own mom.
Carolina {Always Expect Moore} says
Amanda, what a beautiful post! I have told people that I “should” be an orphan. My mom is an 8+ year breast cancer survivor, and my dad suffered a near-fatal stroke 4 years ago. Without modern medicine, I would be an orphan. I was lucky to have these as reminders of how precious family is, rather than take them away from me altogether.
And I often make my mom’s cake on my birthday – yellow cake with whipped cream and strawberries is her traditional birthday cake. :)
Ashley says
Thanks for sharing! I could never think of lossing my mom for we lost my boyfriends mom last july due to cancer.
Paige says
Happy Birthday Amanda. A lovely cake…and an even lovelier tribute to your mother. (I lost my Dad suddenly and young too…it has been almost 19 years, and like you, I think about him and miss him every day…)
Shelley C says
Happy Birthday, Amanda. I want to make this cake to honor your mother and your honesty and your touching tribute to a mother’s love.
chandice mcinerney says
Amanda what a lovely and sad story about your mom. Yes you are so right about keeping in touch with our mother’s. My mom and I are close and she is going thru a difficult time right now and I pray for her always. Thank you for your post.
Chandice :-D
Dina says
Your story is amazing and as a mother of 2 small boys, it’s just another reminder to cherish every single day because no one is guaranteed a tomorrow. Thank you for sharing this wonderful recipe and a piece of your heart. xoxoxo
Erin says
This post brought tears to my eyes. I am sure you mom would’ve loved it too.
Barbara @ Barbara Bakes says
What a beautiful tribute to your mom. I could relate to so much of what you wrote. Even though my mom was 82 when I lost her I still have many of the same emotions. The regrets, tears and what ifs.
Holly says
I love you Amanda. You’re mom is definitely watching over you and your beautiful family and I promise that she is proud to have you for a daughter. Death is an inevitable part of life and though I know there isn’t really anything that can take away whatever guilt you are harboring for the “what ifs” you need to know that that is inevitable as well. I’m so proud of you for sharing all this and encouraging everyone to remember how fragile life is and not take it for granted. It is always a timely reminder! Happy, happy birthday! The cake is absolutely gorgeous of course, but not nearly as gorgeous as the love you showed for your family. Well done my friend, well done.
Mod Podge Amy says
Wow, that made me cry – what a touching story! And that letter was amazing. I’m so sorry for your loss but glad that you have special memories of her.
Jennifer says
This is a very beautiful post Amanda. It’s wonderful that you can carry those memories of your mom with you always. I am so sorry that you lost her way too soon.
Deann Mancuso says
Wow ! This is really hard to write as tears are flowing down my face!! What an incredible story!! You are an awesome daughter for honoring your moms memory and life in such a sweet loving way! God be with you and your family and you liv a long and healthy life my dear!! I have been looking for a good yellow cake which I also love and guess what I just found it!! Yummy!! Thanks for sharing your story and your mom cake receipt with us!!
Noreen says
What a wonderful tribute to your mother. Have a wonderful birthday and celebrate as if she were with you. Enjoy the same cake that she baked for you, it showed how much she loved you. Your mother will always have a special place in your heart. Know that she would have wanted to be here today to see how you have grown into a wonderful, confident woman.
Suzanne says
You have touched my heart. Our moms will always be with us – in our heads and in our hearts. And one day we will feel that warm welcome hug again. She WOULD be proud of you and would also love this cake. Nothing beats a moist yellow cake with chocolate frosting. {{hugs}} My dear friend. And Happy 45th Birthday!
Zena says
I found this via pinterest, because someone liked your recipe. I’m glad I found it. I lost my mom to ovarian cancer six years ago, when I was 25. I can truly relate to your sentence “I had a parenting question or wanted to know about things I had done as a child.” I’m now a mom of 3 little boys and there are some days I ache with the need for her help, or to ask questions. My mom was born in India, to British parents. I miss her funny half British, half Indian accent. So here’s to your mum and mine :)
Jamie K says
What a touching story. So many of us get caught up in our own lives we don’t take time to spend time with our parents. I almost lost my mom twice 3 yrs ago to ARDS and SJS. I thank God every day she is still with us. I know your mom is smiling down from Heaven at you.
Stephanie says
What a beautiful cake and beautiful tribute to your mom! Happy Birthday to you!