My Team

I know I said my next post would be about the game in the hotel. I had good intentions. A recent, unexpected trip to the ER, which landed me an overnight stay and minor surgery has gotten in the way of my intentions.

I know I have written about how the girls on the team are sort of like sisters. During my two-week recovery, I will tell you that now more than ever, I know that there is a team behind the team - and I'm happy to be part of it.

I have trouble accepting help from time to time. I always feel like I can manage "it." As I was getting discharged from the hospital, I was making my list of what I needed before I went home. I wanted to be dropped off at the house, put in bed, and then I wanted Hubs to go to the grocery to fill my prescriptions and get me some soup. But I didn't want canned soup, I wanted chicken and rice soup from a restaurant. The last round of pain meds made sequencing events difficult and eventually I just gave up and decided that going home and going to bed was all I needed to worry about.

About that time one of the soccer moms called and said, "I heard you were in the hospital, is everything okay?" I really don't remember much of the conversation as I was heavily medicated, but she offered to bring me chicken and rice soup the next day. Seriously, was she reading my mind? I don't know what made me say "yes," but I did - like immediately. After hanging up, I thought, "Did I just accept charity?" And then I dosed off.

The next day, I slept all day long and I was starving. Just about that time, she showed up with the soup, cheesy bread and fruit pizza. (I love her fruit pizza and she knows this.) I ate two pieces of fruit pizza and went back to bed. Man, that was good. I had the soup for breakfast the next day.

The soccer moms on the team fed my family for the entire week. Do you understand what that means? I didn't have to worry about anything regarding food. There was plenty every night and the leftovers fed us the next day. It also meant we didn't have to go to the grocery store, which was AWESOME because I couldn't even sit up for more than 30 minutes at time.

And it wasn't just that...they sent me text messages to see if I needed anything, sent me messages on Facebook, called me and checked on me to make sure I didn't need anything at all. They made sure MyGirl got to practice and got home. MPIC even offered to the most hated of all household chores - laundry.

It sure made my life easier and was greatly appreciated.

The truth is, I spend a lot of hours with these families. For the most part, I can tell you the name of every member of the family (pets included), where they work and where the kids go to school.We even travel together at least twice a year (more than I do with my actual relatives).

They are my extended family. They are MY team. Now more than ever, I know that these people will be my defense when my offense isn't looking so good. They will make my punt look like a perfect pass. (I'm thinking about the recent KY hotel block of rooms - thanks for rolling with the punches on that one.)

Thanks for letting me be part of the team.