The Cake

So I knew it would happen sooner or later. The dreaded first birthday party of a friends child. Where the cake.......   is not vegan. GASP! I knew there would come a day when Kellen would have to experience either disappointment and a tantrum at being diverted from the lovely cake as everyone else ate it or I would have to cave and just let the kid have some stinkin' cake. Mark (my husband) and I discussed ahead of going and of course since he is not vegan he said "I don't think I can go and not have cake. Kellen will want cake when we are all eating it. I say we let him have some." I was thinking the same thing, so we went in knowing that we would just let him have some of Mark's cake. The party was fun and so much more relaxing since I wasn't dreading the cake the entire time. I even had a piece of the cake myself. In the past I would have felt guilty and punished myself for such a thing. I've come to accept that I'm human, I love cake, and the only person who really cares what I eat.... is me. The vegan police are not coming to take away my membership card. One day at a time and one decision at a time is the only way to proceed.