I just read an email on some school-related subject (I think it was math) and I happened to see in the writer’s tag line a quote that made me stop for a minute to think: “Contentment isn’t a matter of having everything we want, but of not wanting everything we see.”
Such a simple thought, but I think very true.
When I was a girl I had all sorts of ideas of what I wanted my grown-up life to be like. I don’t have most of them today but you know, I don’t particularly care. Sure, there are still a few things I’d like to achieve for myself and my family. But most of the things that used to matter just aren’t a priority anymore. Maybe I’m strange, but I take pleasure in very simple things. Going grocery shopping alone with my husband, or reading with the kids. Taking a hot bath with a good book. Walking in the woods.
I like that philosophy: not worrying about what I haven’t got, but instead being happy with what I do. It sounds really simple, but I’m willing to bet a lot of people would find it difficult to put into practice.
We have an autistic son, and some years ago my husband and I attended a series of training sessions together where one day all the parents were read this poem that compared having a disabled child to planning a trip to Italy, and instead ending up in Holland. The message of the poem is that parents shouldn’t mourn the trip to Italy that couldn’t be, but rather learn to find the positives of being in Holland. After we were read this poem the group leader wanted us all to talk about our feelings, and I knew he was looking for us to talk about all the things we were missing out on because of our disabled son. OK, I have my moments of wishing our situation was different. Please don’t think I’m a saint, because I’m not.
But I was already dealing with the fact that I had landed in Holland. And what I was concerned with at that moment was not finding out how to get back on the plane to Italy, but getting the right maps, dictionaries and guide books so I would be able to make my way around Holland. Why sit around yearning for what I didn’t have? I wanted to just do what I could do - and get the help I was supposed to get - so Holland would be a good experience. I don’t think I “passed” that particular session, because I didn’t want to sit around grieving.
I saw some old friends the other day. They’ve all been coming and going to that proverbial Italy, just the way the poem mentions it. I don’t know whether it was pity or admiration for some perceived sacrifice, but my girlfriend went out of her way to tell me I had given up my life for my kids.
I didn’t know how to answer that. Not because I agreed with her, but because I didn’t think she’d understand me if I told her she had it completely wrong. If anything, I am more free because of our situation and because of the choices we have made. And despite the fact that I have much more “Dutch” in my life than “Italian”, I certainly don’t lack for things romantic. Is that because I am lucky enough to have a really incredible husband, or is it because I work at being content? While I don’t think I could ever really answer that question, I think it’s both.
He’s always known what will please me, even before we were a couple. In our early days there were a good number of our friends - mine and his - who thought we were really mismatched when they heard we were seeing each other. But I’ll tell you, all they needed was to see us together once and they knew that our relationship was meant to be. We had many, many people come to tell us how in love we looked, and even after ten years we still have friends that comment on what a sweet couple we make.
I smile to myself whenever this happens, because people act as though it was some sort of magic that brought the two of us together. They give the impression that they wish someone would wave a wand and make it happen for them too. If it was magic that brought me together with my love it was the magic of being open to the good that life brought me, and not being too concerned with trying to steer my life this way or that. Life brought me a man who also is content (most of the time!) and when we’re not happy we work things out as simply as we can. Not by trying to escape to Italy! We’re OK with the tulips and the windmills, and as someone pointed out Holland has its Rembrandt’s too…
It doesn’t take a big fancy bouquet or flowery I love you letter to make us happy. Sometimes a single lily speaks volumes, and a few words scrawled on the back of an envelope are as treasured as any romantic missive. Being content with what we have has brought us a great deal of pleasure, and it’s only when we forget ourselves and start wanting too much that we feel restless or unsatisfied.
I’m not suggesting that people should throw all ambition out the window, and just settle for whatever comes their way. This is what later leads to resentment and discontent. Rather, I think the goal should be to learn what we really need and to strive to get those things. The things we only want, but don’t truly need, these are the things that can easily be let go. They just add to life’s clutter. True romance is free of popular trappings. True love is about regularly and fully appreciating what is right in front of us.
I wish you, dear reader, to be loved and content.

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