…not needing much.
At the mall this afternoon, my son spotted and became fascinated with a hand puppet that looked a bit like Tigger. After taking a good long look at it, though, he returned it voluntarily to the shelf, said “I don’t need it,” and walked away.
I’d like to think that my lessons, so far, about needs vs. wants and saving up for purchases have managed to sink in.
The truth is probably more prosaic: my son most likely didn’t want the toy enough to make the effort to ask me for it.
That said, I’m glad he at least has an idea about what he does and doesn’t need.
Because I believe that’s the secret to true wealth: not having much but needing little.
Lord knows I can’t be considered wealthy by the world’s standards but I don’t need much, and what I need, I have. And that’s really one of the things I would like to pass on to my son. There’s a priceless freedom in not having to have.