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Head's Corner, January 8, 2013
Happy New Year CMS Families!
I hope that you had an amazing holiday break! It’s funny how time flies when you are on vacation! I love this time of year! The New Year marks a new beginning. It gives you time to reflect on the past year; it gives you an excuse to make new goals and begin with a fresh clean slate. I’m not Catholic, but I often think of the New Year as giving a confession. You spill your guts, secrets, and things gone badly either to yourself or to your most trustworthy friends or family members. They don’t judge you. They remind and encourage you that this is a new year and you have a second chance to do everything better. Now that’s what I’m talking about!
According to the Mayans, 2012 was supposed to be the end of the world. The Mayans are not the only ones who have predicted the end times. I remember when we were preparing for the year 2000. Y2K. No one knew what to expect. The sales of bottled water, batteries, canned goods and anything else that would prolong your life in the event of a natural catastrophe were all hot commodities. Fear of the unknown creates a range of nerve-wracking emotions, but the one emotion that uncertainty evokes is appreciation, especially for those people or things that matter the most. Interestingly enough, the birthrate in September 2000 was particularly higher than normal. Don’t quote me. I am simply basing this information on an informal survey that I conducted with friends and family whose children are turning 13 this year. Note to the intellectuals (that would be all of you), it’s a small sample and cannot be considered accurate data. Just saying.
Any who… Although my faith never allowed me to buy into all the hoopla of the end of the world or the unexpected, I’m going to be like R&B singer Usher and make a “Confession.” I secretly lived the last few weeks of December as if they were my last. There is an upside and a downside to that. The upside is that I was so happy. I lived like an Islander with “no worries, man” and indulged in all things extra. I had a couple of massages and a mani-pedi (manicure and pedicure); got my hair did (yes, I said “did” and not “done” – I’m just speaking vernacularly – part of my code switching in the off-season); had “last supper” feasts with desserts almost every day; got audio-books for my hour long commute, a few pairs of boots (on clearance of course), and cds for my listening pleasure; and I showered my family and friends with love throughout the holiday break.
It was certainly a cheerful season of giving for me. I absolutely love giving gifts, and this year I gave more than usual, just in case it was the last time. Everyone from my mailman Dave to the elderly store clerk received something from the Tuckers. It’s a good thing I did not hit Powerball for a few hundred million dollars. I would have put Santa out of business. Giving, for me, truly is rewarding. I gave to everyone including to myself. Self-gifting is the new term. It surely felt GREAT. That was the upside. We all know the law of gravity: what goes up must come down. I welcomed the New Year like the return of a long lost soul mate, with verve and sheer elation.
Then reality hit. I discovered I gained more weight than I care to mention. I actually threw my scale away. Seriously. I balanced my checkbook and suddenly felt a gaping hole not only in my wallet but also in my thick skull. What the heck was I thinking with four kids and four tuitions? Ah, hello! Of course that sent the more practical side of me into a “return frenzy” at every mall and outlet along the eastern seaboard. I only returned those things that were “self gifted.” The thought of getting back into a routine, up at 5 AM, dropping my kids off at school, carpooling, work, work and more work, was also quite sobering.
Gone are the days that I get to check off almost everything on my “Honey Do List"—you know those nagging things that you wish your significant other and children would do but you never get around to asking. I now have a clean and organized house because God forbid if I bring in the New Year any other way. My mother has SUCH influence on me. My husband is suffering from a backache and was excited about returning to work last week. Go figure. My children have truly earned their wages for their room and board, and their tuition, at least part of it. My two college kids were packed and ready to head back to the “Dirty South” (Atlanta, just a nickname by which the city is affectionately known). My two high school kids had their backpacks and clothes ready for the week, a week in advance! I guess they all feel as though they have filled their HD (no, not high definition – honey do) quota for the year and there is still much more to complete. Oh, well.
BUT – the New Year makes it all better. I will start my diet. I will wear the new jogging outfit and sneakers that I received as gifts and listen to my iPod with one of the best presents (besides the love of friends and family) that I received from my family; the latest and greatest headphones “BEATS mixr by Dr. Dre.” If you love music or live concerts, you will love the sounds of beats blasting though those headphones. The sound is unreal! The New Year also means that I return to the Cambridge Montessori students, faculty, staff and parent community. All of you have truly been a blessing to me and I am so thankful for you. Thank you for all of the beautiful cards, gifts and well wishes that you extended to me before break. I promise to send thank you notes soon (or at least thank you in person, just don’t tell my mother!). There are a lot of new and exciting opportunities for CMS, and since you are my soulmate, I am looking forward to you joining me in kicking off a successful school year and achieving all of our 2013 resolutions! CMS is celebrating its 50th anniversary beginning in September. Let’s kick this year off the only way we know how – the right way! Here’s to a remarkable year. I wish you peace, love, happiness, great health and prosperity. Happy New Year Fam! (family). One beat, one sound.
Happy to be back!
Dr. Ingrid W. Tucker