This was to good to pass up as a “guest blog” from our family-focused Kathy Haskin! Notice the subtle way that The Power of TED* has transformed the family dynamics of three teens and their Mom (Dad was at the gym when this happened). Enjoy!
Everyone woke early today, the second day of finals for the high school teens. A “special project” for the twins had Tess preparing chocolate-covered strawberries last night, Maggie making chocolate milkshakes this morning. Chocolate is good for finals week. Mom snatched one of the chocolate chips between sips of coffee. “A tiny piece of chocolate won’t hurt…”
Breakfast finished, Maggie took out the blender. “I hate this blender; it hates me.” She stared at the machine, remembering the wooden spoon it chopped up in the last culinary endeavor.
“No worries, no wood this time.” Mom supported the young chef as she measured and added each perfectly allocated ingredient. Math in the morning. Yikes. Mom sipped her coffee. Maggie strode through the process creating the tasty treat, and hopefully the good grade she wanted.
Blend, poke, poke, blend. “I think it is ready.” The plastic pitcher was standing by, as was Mom holding it securely, just in case. Maggie picked up the blender, tipped it slightly…
WHOOOOOOOSH! The bottom fell out of the blender! Cold chocolate splashed everywhere, covering every surface including both chefs!
AAAAAGHHHHHHH! Maggie was launched into victimhood, and for good reason. The ingredients were all over the floor and time was almost gone. “What am I going to do?! This is hopeless!” her cries identified her role, she was clearly, and rightfully, in the victim orientation.
Brother steeped into his drama triangle default, “what did you do!” The persecutor role entered the scene. Mom was launched into her drama default, “Don’t worry we will take care of this!” the rescuer was on hand. In an instant the cast of characters were present.
Still frozen in the dripping-with-liquid pose, Mom tried to move in a different direction. “OK, we still need to make this.”
“With what?” Maggie pointed a dripping hand at the empty containers.
Take it in steps, Mom tried to remember – what TED* would do. “What’s the desired outcome?”
“I need to bring something in for a grade.” Maggie lamented.
“No, you need to stop dripping first.” Mom pointed to the sticky puddle under them. “I’ll clean up, you start with changing your clothes.”
Brother grabbed the pets, shutting the doors to the kitchen. Tess stepped into the room “Oh my gosh! What can I do?” Everyone clicked into tasks, taking steps. Slowly a creator, challenger and two coaches were in the room. New ingredients were found, laundry was started, the floor was mopped, a creative and still very chocolate recipe was made. The teen driver brought the car up to the door as the girls put on their sandals.
“I have chocolate on my foot!” giggles released a bit of the tension. The second teen entered the vehicle with her strawberries. And finally, enter Maggie, exhausted from the ordeal. “That was something everyone.” Mom just had to put credit where credit was do. Remarkably they were still on time. “We stepped out of the drama and really worked together during that culinary crisis, and that is what it was, a crisis. Well done everyone.”
Everyone sat for a moment, a bit taller and clearly wide awake. Maggie broke the silence, “I FORGOT MY MILKSHAKE!” She held up her empty hands as she flew back into the house. Laughter shook the vehicle all the way to school.