It used to be, when I was in my fourties and had the privilige to see my children grow up and blossom;
When I lived in a big house in a posh area of The Hague, with two cars in front of the house and went on holiday 3 times a year;
When I didn’t need to think whether or not I had the money to afford a new washing machine or was destined to do my laundry by hand, like my grandmother used to do,
It used to be I took that all for granted.
As a child I also took it for granted that my grandmother still had a wringer outside on the balcony that was used to press the water out of the laundry and that she didn’t have a dryer.
As a child I also took it for granted I went to school, and later to university, unlike my grandmother who was only allowed to do elementary school as eldest child in a big family who had to tend to her younger brothers and sisters
As a child I also took it for granted that I was a member of a tennis club and went to art school;
that I had a sturdy bicycle; that my parents had a car and that we went on holidays as well.

‘Later in life, you will view this differently” my grandmother used to say. ‘Wait till you’re my age’.
It annoyed me at times when she did that. I felt no need to view things differently and felt it was my right to be happy. I felt my grandmother was acting up. Why bother? Didn’t she have a roof of a nice house over her head? Didn’t all her children do well for themselves? Some aches and pains here and there, the occasional divorce in the family, but you know, ‘stuff happens’, what was it really all about?

And just when I thought I had been right all along, in comes that moment, that phase of life, where you start to sound like your mother or grandmother when you hear yourself say:

It used to be I took my happiness for granted. Nowadays I see it as a right to make it happen

There comes a time…in every life, early in some, a little later in others, that you realize happiness doesn’t come naturally.
Even more so that it eludes you, when you keep taking it for granted.

As a child I knew the stories of my grandmother who, in what is known as the winter of famine, journeyed all the way from Leiden (in the mid west of Holland) to Drente (in the northeast of Holland) on a bicycle without rubber tires to get food.
She was being teased with the fact she gave birth to a healthy daughter exactly 9 month later
‘Surely from the officers who helped you cross the river’ they would say.
The life story behind it, the perseverance, the drama remained unseen.
Without the deeds of my grandmother, the family could well have starved and I would not even have been born.
True recognition for what she did however, was never given by her children and grandchildren.

‘But a moment will come, where you’ll see things differently” my grandmother used to say and she was right.
One day I woke up and felt aware that it is up to me to make something of my day; that it depends on me what sort of day it will be and how I look back at it at the end of the day.

And when that day comes, it is enough to give yourself recognition for it, for you chose to do it this way, rather than take it for granted.
It’s called sustainable gratitude, a precious commodity.