“We a team, wight Mom?”
For our family, team sports are a way of life. During the school year, we attend anywhere from 1 to 4 Tiny Town games a week. Daddy coaches at least half of them. We are so excited for the day when we get to watch our own children participate… well, participate when they are supposed to, as opposed to running out on the court or field at inappropriate times in hot pursuit of the ball, or daddy, or a favorite player…
In the meantime, we have found a way to harness our children’s team spirit. At home, when a chore or dreaded task beckons, we gather our team. Piling our hands one on top of the other, the coach (that’s me!) explains what needs to be done and how much time we have to do it. Then, we “break” in some logical-to-the-3-year-old team cheer. Yesterday it was a spirited “Go Clean Room Team!”
Family teamwork takes the emphasis off of the job at hand and makes it a bonding experience. A game, even. We cheer for each other as toys find their way into the appropriate basket. We encourage each other in a “Daddy will be so proud of us!” manner as the folded laundry is put away. When the job is done, we celebrate our victory with high fives and crazy dances. And in random intervals throughout the week, my boy “gives me five” exclaiming “We a team, wight Mom?” Definitely one of the Finer Things in Life.