“All day long, everyone in the whole wide world walks around
carrying an invisible bucket. You can’t see it, but it’s there. … Your bucket
has one purpose only. Its purpose
is to hold your good thoughts and good feelings about yourself. You feel very
happy and good when you bucket is full and you feel very sad and lonely when
your bucket is empty.” So begins a children’s book titled “Have You Filled a
Bucket Today” by Carol McCloud.
The book continues on to explain how you fill other people’s
buckets by giving them compliments, helping them, and telling them you love
them. It also cautions against
having an empty bucket, when you are tempted to dip into someone else’s full
bucket. The book explains that we
are all either ‘bucket fillers’ or ‘bucket dippers’. We can either be positive
influences in the lives of other people or we can be negative influences.
Now, if you’re still reading, please stay with me. I promise I will explain why this is
relevant to a university basketball team.
I first encountered bucket filling last summer when I was
helping run a workshop for teenage girls.
My boss’ wife brought the book and read it to the girls. Although skeptical at first, I was
amazed at how well a bunch of 13-16 year old girls responded. We spent hours discussing high school
pressures and the difficulties of being a teenager. We concluded that life would be a lot easier if girls took
time to fill each other’s buckets instead of constantly dipping into them. The metaphor is simple, but really
resonated with the girls, and with me.
I entered this season with a new perspective. As a fifth year a lot of my role was going to involve
telling teammates what to do, calling girls out when they do something wrong,
and beating up on them in practice. When I do these things I’m doing my job and
I’m helping my team, but I can’t just empty buckets. I need to fill them as well.
In September I had a conversation with Barb, our mental
skills coach, and explained how I was going to make a concerted effort to fill
buckets. Nothing big, nothing
fancy, but I was going to try to remember to be positive with my teammates. Now,
I need to take this chance to tell you a little bit about Barb. I’ve tried to write about her before but
I can never come up with the right words.
Barb is amazing. She is
compassionate and encouraging while still being exceptionally competitive. If you need anything from her you just
need to think about it and she magically makes it happen. Anyway, I told her about my new focus
on filling buckets and she ran with it, finding a tangible way to bring it to
the team.
A week later we each had a bucket in our lockers and pads of
paper in the teamroom. We started
that day by leaving each person a note and we’ve continued on since then. There aren’t any rules. Notes can be signed or anonymous
(although any that I get addressed to “grandma” I know came from a rookie). Sometimes
I leave a teammate a note if I notice she’s been struggling, or if she’s really
stepped up and deserves to be recognized. The words I’ve found in bucket have been incredibly
moving, supportive, and source of motivation. “Your caring attitude will be the
reason that we succeed” said one note that I found in my bucket. “I would be
lost at practice without you” said another. After a particularly tough day I got one that said “I want
you to remember how important you are to our team at all times”.
I think ‘buckets’ are a great tool for classrooms, teams,
workplaces and families. When my
team feels good about ourselves we work harder, are more productive, and are
definitely a lot nicer to be around.
The notes in our locker are amazing, but bucket filling can be simpler
too. Give someone a hug or a high five and tell them you appreciate them.
So if you’re still reading this do me a favour okay? Fill someone’s bucket today. Recognize
a co-worker for their hard word, give your parents a note with the top five
reasons you love them, or thank a teammate for making you better today. You’ll feel good, they’ll feel good,
and you’ll both have a better day.
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