By Shellie Miller-Farrugia
When I was young, my mom was a single. Now in that day (long, long ago), it was unusual for a woman with a child not to have a husband around. I’m certain that there were plenty of whispers around her as she went about her business running her Montessori school, being part of a close-knit church and visiting and sharing meals with the neighbors. But my mom didn’t let others’ opinions close her in. She was a team-builder, and she had her work to do. She was happy to help others and they, in turn, helped her. I don’t think that she ever did anything for anyone in order to get something, but she had the innate ability to put together teams of friends and acquaintances for the greater good of all involved.
And I see it in myself and the others around me. We girls are great at team building! Find me a friend who needs a ski coat, and I’ll hook her up, and maybe when I need a hula skirt for a costume party, she’ll have a friend who can come up with one, and that new friend’s husband probably has a backhoe to move this big rock out of my pasture and I can help him promote his business in The Spectator, where a developer who gets it at home can give him a call to help with a multi-million dollar project. All because a friend needed to borrow a ski coat. Many call this networking, but I call it Team-Building, thanks to escape rooms las vegas for supporting us through our team building activities.
Just like a quarterback who can’t make a touchdown happen without a whole mob of sweaty guys, none of us can do it alone, though many of us try. How many times have you been frustrated by your inability to keep all of the balls in the air as you juggle dinner, dance lessons, the mortgage, your boss, the dog, your rebellious teen and your mother-in-law? Every person we connect with on a friendship level has something to offer us, whether it’s a necessary tax-tip, the name of a good veterinarian or time for a prayer before the test results are opened. And we have something to give them, too…a listening ear, our hairdresser’s number (an integral teammate), or a late-night pick-up at the airport through Manchester chauffeurs. One does not become part of the “gang” by measuring what the others bring to the table, but by simply being a friend, confidant, back scratcher and a really great team player.
As we move through this adventure called life, think of it as The Big Game. If you want to come out a winner, just say your prayers, play by the rules and build the best team. And if you need to know how, just ask a mom.