I’ve come to the realization that I’m just not one of those moms. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with those moms, I’m just not one of them. I’ve tried, and tried, and tried, but to no avail I just don’t cut it. You’re probably wondering what kind of mom I’m talking about. You’re also probably wondering if you are one of those moms. Well, I’ll explain a little further what made me come to the realization of my standing in the complex levels of motherhood.

Every year I attempt to make a birthday cake for one of my children’s birthdays. It started with my step-daughter’s 6th birthday. I made her a Raggedy Ann cake that looked decent, but admittedly a little scary with big Oreo’s for her eyes. The next year I made her a pretty cool Barbie cake with pink and chocolate icing. Move ahead to my oldest son’s 1st birthday and adorable bug cake and matching cupcakes. And that’s where I should have taken my little successes and stopped on a high and I’m not talking about Sanjaya’s mom’s high. Instead, I ventured into the art of cake making a little further and hit rock bottom. Some call that realization.

It started with my step-daughter’s tropical cake that was beyond recognition. I had to throw it away. Then came the Buzz Lightyear cake that everyone was afraid to eat, but too afraid to tell me. And finally this year, my final attempt, was the race car cake. It looked so simple on the Web site and even the mom comments talked about how easy it was to make. Well it’s not that easy when you’re not one of those moms. Those moms that seem to know what to make for dinner, doesn’t stress on what to buy at the grocery store, can take three kids under the age of five to the Children’s Museum by herself, and of course can make a themed birthday cake.

I salute all of those moms. And I now salute and understand all of the other moms picking out Spiderman cakes at Target. I will now happily join you and cough up the $10-$15 it costs per cake to join your level. Please forgive me for any past judgment that I might have silently held towards you. I’ve realized that it’s okay if you don’t or simply can’t do it all. I apologize to anyone that has had to endure any of my creations in order for me to get to this Oprah light bulb moment.