Teamwork
This #thankyouthursday, I am grateful for teamwork.
It’s so easy for me to forget that I am part of a team, especially during the current season. My default assumption seems to be that I’m in this (life?) alone, responsible for all the things.
But the truth is that I am definitely not on my own, and I am absolutely part of a team. Most immediately, there is the team of my family unit—my spouse and my son (who, incidentally may “only” be a toddler, but who already has a very thorough grasp of teamwork).
I’m also on a team with my child’s teachers and his school, and with my extended family members, and with my neighbors and friends. These communities are essential, as is our collective work. It is true that T.ogether, E.veryone A.chieves M.ore.
The last few days I have lapsed into forgetfulness. It has felt heavy, feeling responsible and on my own. But last night I got the reminder I needed, and today I keep hearing the echo of my kid’s sweet voice chirping, “teamwork!”
That’s what he says anytime we do something together that takes effort. Like, say, he wants to carry a big box into the house but he can’t do it by himself, so he asks for help, which usually means me carrying the majority of the weight while he believes he is helping.
But the thing is, his belief is correct. Even if I am the one doing the heavy lifting, his presence and enthusiastic support is indeed helpful.
Last night I wanted to offer encouragement but I wasn’t sure how. Saying “you’ve got this!” felt trite. So instead my friend and I agreed to say “we’ve got this.”
And that felt right.
Love > fear,
Christina