Thankful and sad

I am writing today's article as promt #WhatIamThankfulForThis2021. @Eybyoung inspired me to share my story about very difficult moment in 2021 in which I felt both sadness and gratitude at the same time.

March 8, 2021.

International women's day and my delivery

Flowers. Lot of flowers everywhere. Smiles on women's faces. They are satisfied because someone paid attention to them and gave them a flower. Many women lack attention throughout the year and then enjoy March 8th.

When it comes to economic, political and social achievements of women, this date has great historical significance. But this date is just one day in the year when we remember the struggle for women's rights and we must not forget that this struggle continues and that it is not the only day of the year when women should be given attention.

I don't like those flowers because they have become a symbol for everything that March 8 should not be. Society should have progressed so much that we do not talk about women's rights only on March 8. Women should live happily and contentedly every day. It is not enough to just give a flower.

Anyway, I got my flower that March 8th. I was admitted to hospital due to the stress caused by the sudden death of my father. I was pregnant. The doctors agreed to perform a caesarean section on March 8, so I knew it would be the day of my delivery.

Ana was born. My daughter. A beautiful girl with blue eyes, as blue as the sea, deep enough for my sadness to sink into it. I am thankful that she came into my life in a moment of great grief over my father's death. She is like a ray of light in my darkness.

I was so connected to my father that I was not able to feel happy when I gave birth to Ana. All the mothers around me enjoyed a unique sense of motherhood. The rooms in the maternity ward were full of flowers and joy. I felt bad, but I knew that I had to fight for her, for Ana.

While the baby was still in my womb, I had to convince myself that nothing had happened to my dad and that it was all a dream. I thought so for one reason only, so that the baby in me could breathe. It was a tough struggle and my worst year.

But over time, Ana began to give me strength. She helped me not to think all the time about the moment when they gave me the medicine and told me that my father had suddenly fallen on the street. Ana and my son are my strength and I'm thankful to have them. Even today, after ten months, it is equally difficult, but the struggle continues.

I am sad but thankful for everything I have, children, family, friends and still good health. I am thankful to the read.cash platform, which came into my life at the right time, to help me relieve stress by writing. Writing is my salvation.

Thank you very much for reading.

Article and photos are original and mine.

Happy New Year!