Seventh and eighth grade are rife with drama. Young boys and girls budding into young men and women – wanting to be all grown up. Gymboree is all packed away – no more Baby Gap. Disney is passé and, suddenly, you realize most movies aren’t what they used to be. However, it’s the relationships that rule the day – and the emotions.
One son was particularly dazzled during this period of angst. However, the drama would not be blinded by . . . dazzle. That’s the best word for it: brighter than sparkle, deeper than a crush. Entranced, fascinated, stupefied—all of which ultimately leads into perplexed, staggered, astounded, confused . . . because they’re cakes!
Let me explain it the way I explained it to my son, his friends, and, yes, all those wonderful girls fluttering around the soccer fields, the football fields, and, even church.
You’re a cake. She’s a cake.
As you mix the cake – add the eggs, flour, butter, sugar, cocoa et al, you are filled, consumed with tremendous expectations for the cake. You can imagine what it tastes like, looks like, and how it makes you feel.
You have appropriate expectations of your relationship with that cake. It should have 2 to 3 layers. It should come out of the oven the edges slightly pull away from the sides, determining the structure’s firmness. The toothpick test proves the inside isn’t uncooked. If you lightly push into the cake’s center, the cake immediately springs back to its pre-pushed shape. These are tests for doneness. Behavior that proves it is able to fulfill your expectations.
If the cake is done, it is satisfying – yummy! Fulfilling!
However, if you take the cake out of the oven too early, it is frustrating, disappointing, and a little bit yucky.
That’s how a relationship is in the 7th and 8th grade . Seventh and Eight graders aren’t “done” yet. They aren’t ready for the relationships they have expectations for. They’re still cooking, getting ready, not done yet. They need to be firmer in their character, more resilient in their response to pressure. As a result, a relationship during that time period reeks, oozes, whines, and yells frustration, disappointment, leaving a bad taste about relationships.
When my son would come home, complaining about the drama, I’d say, “What did you expect? She’s a cake. You’re a cake. Wait a while. Neither of you are ready for a relationship yet! Just like that cake isn’t ready to come out of the oven before the required cook time. You’re still cooking!
The visual message allows them humor, to receive the message in a non-threatening way. It also allows them to realize that these early broken relationships aren’t a result of not being pretty or handsome enough, smart or witty enough, or even cool enough. It is not because they lack something dazzling. Rather, it is just because the internal timer has not buzzed, “You’re Done!”
Of course, the girls liked to tease my son, “You’re such a cake.” I bet they realized they were cakes, too!
When my son gets a little older, can I call you? 🙂 He is only 2 and I am scared I will forget all of this great stuff before he gets old enough for me to use it! 🙂
Hi, Just saying Hi from SITS. Those cakes look great. Hope you have a great weekend.
I LOVE your cake and gum lessons. I have two teenage daughters and I wonder how to explain this to them all of the time (they need to hear it over and over). I believe I will share this with them verbatim, probably making it into a family lesson (with cake and gum visuals, er, tastuals?). So, wow, thanks!
Haha, I love the cake story. What a great way to teach your kids without the awkwardness! I hope I still have many years before I have to teach this!
What an amazing analogy! So glad I stumbled across your blog I’m really enjoying it:)
love this! great job… keep going!!!!!
You are the best niece ever 🙂
I am a huge fan of cake (my mom is a decorator http://www.deseretdesigns.com), so this is a great analogy. Oh, and I am wondering…did you ever get secretly upset when pregnant with any of the boys that they were not girls? Just wondering…I have three boys and the last one was very hard to swallow, though of course now he is great.
I had girls names picked out: Lloyd Megan, Emily Llloyd, Maggie Lloyd, Lloyd Faith, Mary Faith. The only problem I had was my self image when I found out my 5th was going to be a boy -I visualized a mom of 5 sons sitting at the top of the bleachers at the baseball field, hollering callously, and spitting birdseed into the stands below. I made my oldest son promise to have lunch with me once a week when he grew up. LOL People would say early on, “Oh, what a shame, another son.” That would leave me fighting mad, so that probably helped re-adjust. I always say 3 is the perfect number – 3 boys is a beautiful thing – you can be an unofficial member to my unoffical club -momswith at least 3 sons club (no daughters allowed). Thanks for vising my sight. I found you when I was reading another blog 🙂
What a great way to explain this! I REALLY wish I had heard this seven years ago when I started teaching middle school! But, I can still use it with my son when he gets there:-)
Thanks for the cake story.
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What a great analogy. It fits so well. Now I know why I had so much drama in my eighth grade 😉
Loved this – absolutely loved it. I heard a minister say one time that every time a child “went out” then broke up, it mimicked the pain of divorce, each and every time. I highly discouraged my son from going out. Oh man, but the girls… girls chased and chased. Yikes! I’m so glad it’s all over! He found his cake.
I love it! I pray I remember this analogy when my daughter reaches that age!
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