“Mary, Mary, Wake up, it’s Christmas!” I remember my eyes popping open and excitedly saying those words to my sleeping sister on Christmas morning of 1961, the best Christmas of my young life. Out in the living room sat wrapped packages and two large cardboard boxes that must have been too big to wrap…one was for me, one for my sister.
Inside each box was a walking doll, almost as big as me. Mine had long straight dark brown hair and brown eyes and wore a light brown cotton dress. She sported white anklet socks and black Mary Jane shoes. My sister’s had blue eyes, curly blonde hair, and wore a delicate white dress covered in small pink roses.
Each doll had a white satin ribbon pinned to her waistband that said, “Hold my left hand and I will walk with you.” When you pulled up on that left hand, the doll’s legs moved forward…not easily, you had to pull…but back then, in my six-year-old mind, this was amazing. That doll was the best gift I ever got.
I can see from the photos, a basketball hoop, what looks like two boxes of much-needed shoes, and a few other gifts. There were four children in our family. My parents usually got us one or two gifts each, and we were encouraged, with savings bonds, to buy each other gifts. Mom would put a dollar in every month, and at the end of the year, I had twelve dollars to spend on gifts for my family. I think she did the same for each of us until we were old enough to work.
When I look at the photos now, compared to the perfection and excess we see splashed across every lifestyle magazine, my parents’ home left much to be desired. Did that make any difference to me, my siblings, or my mom and dad? Absolutely not.
I was lucky to grow up in a home filled with love, contentment and gratitude. My parents never complained about what they didn’t have, they were thankful for, and relished what they did have. My mother constantly thanked God for her good fortune. I remember her looking out the large picture window of the dining room at our backyard and saying, “I couldn’t want a any more. I have a beyoudeeful home and family, what a more could I ask a for?”
Contentment can be hard to achieve in this country. We constantly compare ourselves to others who have more. Good marketing makes us pine for the next cool thing like the go-go boots I desperately wanted in fifth grade. But don’t fall prey to it. Marketers are just selling something…I should know, I’ve been writing commercials for almost 20 years. They sell you dreams of what your life could be if you just had this or that…but once you get those things, are you really happier?
But, contentment IS possible in 2023. It just requires some tending. Reminding yourself every morning how lucky you are to have what you do and to live in a country where success is possible, if you’re willing to work for it.
I am beyond thankful for my parents’ example, for my loving, generous, fun family, my wonderful friends, and you, my readers and followers. Trust me, gratitude is not something that I am successful at every day, but I try.
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This coming year, I wish you contentment, happiness, and satisfaction in all you do. May 2023 keep you working toward your goals, but always grateful for what you have.
Happy New Year!
Emil MitchellJanuary 7, 2023 at 4:47 pm
You’re most welcome and Fran, your blog is most enjoyable, this old soldier likes memories of like. 🙂
Claudia HDecember 29, 2022 at 10:48 am
Always enjoy your posts. Forwarded your link to my two daughters. I am an old friend of Donna and Bernie.
Fran TunnoJanuary 7, 2023 at 10:13 am
Oh Claudia, thank you so much for reading and taking the time to write…and I very much appreciate your forwarding my posts! Thank you so much! I feel very lucky to have such wonderful family that includes Bernie and Donna. They make being part of this family fun.
Emil MitchellDecember 29, 2022 at 10:41 am
Your comment ‘but once you get those things, are you really happier?’ says it all in a nutshell Ms Fran. I grew up with my two brothers and sister happy and loved in a home maintained by my Mom and Dad who both survived WWll and the great depression never knowing the ‘want’. To have more at any point since never brought any degree of happiness compared to raising five daughters with the indispensable love and aid of my wife 46 years. Quite content now with her as a retired couple watching 8 grandchildren grow and awaiting a first great grandchild this coming summer. Thank tou for your blof and communication to this audience of real life as it happens, unplanned and loved completely!
Wishing you and all of yours a Very Happy New Year in 2023!
Fran TunnoJanuary 7, 2023 at 10:11 am
Oh Emil, thank you for your wonderful words. I wish you and your wife continued happiness and contentment in 2023 and every year to come!
Esther JenningsDecember 28, 2022 at 5:32 pm
Yes, we all need a gentle reminder to count our blessings!
Fran TunnoDecember 29, 2022 at 8:55 am
Esther! So lovely to hear from you! Thank you for reading and taking the time to write!
Diane Bozek ChevalierDecember 28, 2022 at 5:06 pm
Thanks for sharing your writings, Fran. All very enjoyable. Wishing you maximum contentment in 2023!
Fran TunnoDecember 29, 2022 at 8:55 am
Thank you Diane! So wonderful to hear from you! Happy New Year and all the best to you too!
lafridayDecember 28, 2022 at 1:59 pm
A wonderful reminder that contentment lies in gratitude—and the occasional surprise within a cardboard box. I am grateful for your friendship, Miss Fran. I hope you had a joyous Christmas with your beautiful family. Here’s to continued blessings in 2023! Love you,
Fran TunnoDecember 29, 2022 at 8:54 am
Linda! I was just thinking of you and realizing we need a chat update. I will call soon. Thanks for your kind words. I hope your Christmas was wonderful. xoxo