Hello everyone.
Today I'm joining 
When have you shown personal courage and when have you been fearful
I thought a lot about this topic, but I always came back to the same thing. When did I show courage?
I'll start from that.
My struggle to become a mother lasted 13 years. 13 years of waiting, hopes, tears...Working with children gave me comfort. My sister has 3 sons and I was devoted to them every day after returning from work. I was surrounded by children, and when I came home, the two of us alone. I had selfless support, comfort and encouragement from my husband. I showed the greatest courage when I said to myself, "No more tears. If God has ordained that you should not have children, accept it." And indeed, I bravely continued to walk through life without the hope of becoming a mother. I often went to the nearby park to watch parents playing with their children. I used to sit on the bench and cry, but since I came to terms with the fact that I won't have children, all the children, now even from the park, have become mine. I played with them, laughed at them, met their parents. I attracted all the people with my smile and then I realized that nobody approached me before, because I was crying. That decisive autumn passed, winter came, the new year came and right after the New Year, I found out the news I had been waiting for for 13 years - I am pregnant. That was my courage, my temptation, my hope and desire. Although the pregnancy was risky, everything went smoothly until August 19, when the second part of the challenge begins - When was I afraid?
Bleeding and the threat of losing the baby in the 9th month of pregnancy. Hospital, examinations. The bleeding doesn't stop. My child calmed down in the stomach. He doesn't push, he doesn't kick me. He is getting calmer and calmer. I go to the hospital again, I faint several times from fear. They wake me up, call me, talk to me, try to convince me that everything will be fine. The birth was a little early, but they will try to save us both.
An emergency caesarean section is performed. On August 30, my Mihailo was born. I never felt greater fear in my life before the birth and greater happiness when I saw him healthy, with light hair and blue eyes.
Today my son is in his 2nd year of college. He studies informatics at the Faculty of Mathematics. The child is an example, not because it is mine, but it really is.
Even at the age of 20, he knows my soul. He knows when I'm upset, hurt, angry, sad and solves my problems with a hug.
Well, that's the story of my courage and my fear.
