My Momma is...

My Momma is a baker. When I was little and we all lived as a nuclear family, my momma owned a bakery. The only one in our tiny little town. We would march past the bakery on the way to school and get our breakfast, because Momma had been there since 4am. She specialized in “Nisu” a finnish word for sweet dough. Think cinnamon buns, but also bread made from the dough, ‘magic twists’. Mmmm. She also specialized in cakes. Cake decorating, to be precise. She even taught classes. This was years ago, before fondant and painting pics on a cake. Every rose was hand crafted out of frosting. Every word was written out in cursive, in frosting. She still decorates that way and we have the BEST cakes at our functions. She also sends baked goods as her Christmas gifts and this year? I’ll get them fresh, baked right in MY KITCHEN!

My Momma is a teacher. She taught cake decorating classes, she taught me to be frugal, she taught me to love unconditionally, she taught me to stick up for myself, she taught me to laugh, she taught me to cry, she taught me that nothing in the world is worth more than your child’s happiness.

My Momma is a nutcake.



‘nuff said.

My Momma is a healer. She has magic powers. Even through arthritic hands, she can cure sore and tired feet, brush the stress out of your head, and remove tension knots from the shoulders like a Russian masseuse.

In 3 sleeps, I will have my Momma with me.

My kids will get to snuggle with Gramma JuJu and help her bake and “do art” with her. My husband will have free time in Manland so that Momma and I can watch stupid movies from ABC Family and The Hallmark Channel.

My Momma. My healer, my baker, my teacher.

My Momma.