Earlier today, I posted to Facebook that my son Carsten (age 2) is a "Smoothie Bully." He's currently obsessed with fruit smoothies of any kind, to the extent that he asks for them for breakfast, lunch, snacks, dinner, and I'm sure if he knew what it meant, would seek IV smoothie therapy.
But upon significant reflection, I think I've realized that rather than being a smoothie bully, he's really more of a success story.
For instance, this morning he chorused "Mommy, please make me a smoothie," no less than 15 times before crescendoing to an irritated finale of "I WANT A SMOOTHIE NOW!" I politely asked him to be patient while I finished talking with his sister. He wheeled around and left the room in what I thought was a huff (and a rather entertaining one given the wonky gross motor skills of a toddler).
I soon found that it was less a huff, and more a purposeful stride, because he proceeded to bring every single smoothie ingredient to me in the family room, from whey powder to bananas to flax seed, with his last trip delivering the Magic Bullet blender to my waiting lap.
With a fluorish he thrust his chubby little digit toward the heap of fixings and said, "NOW WILL YOU PLEASE MAKE ME A SMOOTHIE, MOMMY?"
Sure, he pulled together the ingredients for a smoothie. And he eventually got one. But seems to me he also shared the ingredients for a success story. Things like: Ask for what you want politely. Ask repeatedly. Try something different when your first attempts don't work. Do the work you can on your own. Then do your best to offer people the tools they need to help you. Be persistent. And creative. And vocal. Be charming when it's called for and assertive when you need to. Stay true to your goals.
Yep, the smoothie bully becomes a success story. All depends on how you look at a situation. Food for thought.



