This has not always been my motto, and you can bet that more times than I'd care to admit I've been swept up in the more, more more mindset. It seems to be an easy thing to do, with all of the pretty things floating around online. One look at Pinterest and I'm lost in gorgeous this, that, things and more, and it's easy to start to get the itch to have even more myself.
I grew up very simply- we didn't even have a microwave or any more than 12 channels on our one television. No cable, we line-dried our clothing, and my Mom grew most of our vegetables in the backyard. As I got older though, things changed. And as I started to make money (see me rolling at my first job at Subway), I started to want more.
Now as a Mom I feel like one of my biggest responsibilities is to raise a person who grows up to be kind, compassionate, and tolerant. Those are the biggest things, outside of having love for themselves and those around them. And I think my own Mom did it right. It was so nice to grow up being focused on activities and moments, rather than things. I mean, I never knew the difference then, but looking back now I am incredibly grateful.
This is not to say that I am going to suddenly get rid of our cable (never!), grow all our own food, or even stop indulging on pretty things that make me happy. What's the point of writing all of this then? To me, it's about finding a balance; it's about focusing on and being thankful for what I already have. Memories and activities over things, trying to pare down what we already to have to include only items we find useful or beautiful. This seems like a such a simple idea, but it's something I definitely struggle with and something I'm currently working on.
Can you relate?