Needs and Wants

Long before I moved out of the city I knew I wanted to get back closer to the life that I'd had as a child. Even though I ran away from it as fast as I could when given the opportunity. Life in the almost country in Indiana, next door to a dairy and farm was as much as a child of my era could possibly be expected to endure. No friends from school nearby, miles from any activities, and to relieve the boredom, my nose in a book most of the time. The cause of my dissatisfaction I now see was not so much the life itself but the "possible" and "desirable" life that was in magazines and especially on what was still a relatively new and highly influential medium - television.

Even in black and white (bore-ing) the lives that people led there were more interesting and faster paced than mine. And when we took the only family trip to California when I was nine, the deal was sealed! I wouldn't stand for the hokey, red-necky life of Southern Indiana any more. I would head to the city! I asked to be sent to boarding school in the fall following that vacation, knowing full well I was quite grown up enough, but my parents wisely declined. I was admittedly old for my age; no choice being an only child.

But looking back on the life my parents lived - without being too sentimental because it certainly wasn't perfect - it seems that they had what everyone wants today: time. Whether or not they used it wisely is another matter, one of personal choice I suppose. But they had it. They had weekends when few people worked and that looked very different than weekdays. They had connection to the seasons in a way that didn't require advertising to remind them that there were only 200 shopping days til Christmas. They had had things they did with their hands to pass the time that resulted in completed projects - some we ate, some I wore, some (the remodeled kitchen and bathroom) were still functioning when Daddy moved out of the house decades after their completion. They enjoyed the projects they did and took pride in their permanence, rather than needing to be constantly "updating" with the latest and shiniest new things. They had the time to repair what broke and mend what tore. Only when the item was completely beyond redemption did it get replaced. Clothes even had a second life as "work clothes" or in the end, the "rag bag." My parent understood and taught me the difference between "need" and "want." They unfailingly met "needs" and occasionally celebrated and indulged in "wants" making them an even sweeter experience. Absence does make the heart grow fonder; "special" today most frequently means what is on offer for lunch or on sale rather than than a long-awaited, much desired experience or item.

I tried for several decides to leave that upbringing far behind...but it was hardwired. I could turn down the volume but never turn it off. The slow song of living simply (long before Martha Stewart made an empire of it) and deferring wants to focus on needs was always in the background. As was a voice telling me to keep a sharp eye not to confuse the two. Although in many ways my life doesn't look anything like my parents' lives, it is fundamentally the same. I have just enough, am  frugal and at peace with not keeping up with the Jones in any way that I can see. With all its peculiarities, my life is just what I need, and want. What more could I ask?