Heads Corner, January 7, 2014

January 07, 2014

Greetings CMS Families,

Happy New Year! I hope that your holiday break was everything you hoped for and more. When we left two weeks ago, the only expectation that I had was to spend time with my family and relax. The holiday season always evokes a range of emotions from extreme elation to extreme duress. I purposefully made an effort to avoid getting caught up in the sensationalism or the “hype” of Christmas. I celebrate Christmas so I hope that my reference to the holiday does not offend anyone. We have become so politically correct sometimes that it prevents us from having authentic conversations that ultimately lead to authentic relationships. Everything is on auto pilot politeness. It’s time to get real. Long overdue. Just saying.

My emotions ran the gamut over break as well. I was jumping for joy when my oldest two daughters came home from college. It finally felt like the missing pieces of my heart and family were complete. My husband and two high school kids were also thrilled. The first few days were like an episode of TV’s finest families, the Walton’s and the Cosby’s. Our home was filled with an abundance of laughter, youth, great music, soul food and sheer fun. We hosted out of town guests, childhood and college friends and anyone else who needed a warm place to stay. That was fine for the first week. Then my emotions quickly shifted from joyful to ornery.  I just wanted my house back. No kids, no houseguests, no noise, nobody—just silence. “Silent Night” took on a whole new meaning. 

The Thursday after Christmas my BFF called and said “Hey Girlie, you got ya spin bag ready for Saturday?” Translation: are you ready to go away for a girl’s night out? Syl (short for Sylvia) and I have been there for each other for births, deaths, marriages, and even lived in LA at the same time. We have been joined together at the hip since we discovered as seniors in high school that two girls from Boston would be spending four years in Delaware, Ohio. Our sons are six months apart and are also BFFs. My kids call her my “Ride or Die” friend.  She is there for me no matter what. She caught me just in the knick of my carefully planned great escape. I didn’t know how I was going to get away but I found myself spending more time dreaming about solace than ever before. She picked me up in her oversized luxury SUV, designer bags and attitude to boot. Yes, she’s a bit over the top and I love her. We headed to Mohegan Sun for the Prince concert and an overnight stay.  We had that vehicle rocking from side to side as we danced to “house” or club music and sang, “We’re going to party like it’s 1999” at the top of our lungs! 

The more we danced, the lighter our loads became.  It was if we were shedding the scales of stress like an amphibian going through a metamorphism. That night, I shed my mom snow boots for six-inch heels and a gold leather skirt.  Prince was incredible!  My mood quickly shifted back to happy. We woke up the next morning just in time for me to teach Sunday school. Upon my arrival, I was greeted by an overzealous group of 3- to 12 year-olds and I could not be happier. Needless to say the rest of my week was everything I wanted and more. I spent my last week doing house projects, cooking healthy meals and looking out of my office window at the winter wonderland as I sipped hot cocoa from my favorite mug that reads “Sing like no one is listening, love like you have never been hurt, dance like nobody’s watching and live like it’s heaven on earth” (Mark Twain). This has been my New Year’s Resolution for a long time. I'm not sure if it is the best goal since it I’m not exactly sure what data to use to measure it. Then it occurred to me this morning when I was greeted by a continuous line of smiles, hugs and great cheers for the New Year: the best metric for anything is the heart.          

I wish you and your loved ones  “Ride or Die” relationships and most importantly a happy and healthy heart for 2014. Ultimately, those are the best gifts that anyone could ever have!

Warm regards,

Ingrid                                                             

 
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