Lemon poundcake for mom

Every year for the past, I don't know, five years or so, all my mom has wanted for Mother's Day is a lemon poundcake. I don't know what brought it on, but that's what she wants, so that's what I make.

Over those years, every year, I've tried a different recipe. She's never complained. She also doesn't share. Like, not even with my grandma (her mom) or my aunt (her sister) and she and my aunt and connected at the hip. But the poundcake is all hers and she eats that thing in a week.

I'm glad I can do something that she enjoys so much.

My mom and I, like all moms and daughters, have our moments. Sometimes she drives me nuts, as I'm sure I drive her, but I love her beyond words. My mom was young when she had me and like most young moms, I know she was overwhelmed. Given the odds stacked against her, I'm proud to say she did a damn good job raising me. She has always believed in me and encouraged me to do any and everything; even if it was something outside her own comfort zone. She always told me and still tells me she loves me. She always told me that she's proud of me and that I could do anything in the world. I think that's the greatest gift my mom gave me: no limits. She never made me think that I couldn't achieve anything. She never made me feel like I wasn't good enough. For those of you with daughters, remember that.

She's a great mom and I know I don't tell that often enough. And she doesn't have a damn computer, so I can't send her this link. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to be a girl and tell her. Or write it on her card.

(P.S. I think I found the perfect recipe this year. It's so light and airy, and full of lemon flavor. I'm not sharing: it's just for me and my mom.)