Hi all @steemforbetterlife community, I will share a story with you today : I love flowers, specially roses. Recently I found out about a "special date" where all women were supposed to receive a yellow rose.
Personally, I had never heard about this, but that day, September 22 if I remember correctly, my granddaughter's husband gave her natural roses and my grandchildren gave an "eternal rose" to their mother, my daughter.
I tried to downplay the importance of this event, but I got on Tiktok and I was sad to see so many women receiving their roses...
Later that day my oldest daughter called me and I told her, without giving it much importance, because I honestly don't know the meaning. However, she noticed my sadness and sent me a video card that made me confess the truth. I had "fomo"... About something I don't know and I cried and kicked and "no one loves me" etc etc a typical tantrum of mine.
In the middle of a tantrum, my grandson comes in with this arrangement of eternal roses that my eldest daughter sent me to make, and I was super surprised.
And my daughter told me that "she didn't buy that story that I didn't care, all the women in the house receiving details except me.
OK, I admit that I felt ridiculous and ungrateful, but at the same time, how good empathy feels! You know how to include me in the unknown holiday.
In the end, it turns out that nothing special is celebrated, it was a trend that began with a television series called "floricienta" that was fashionable when my 25-year-old granddaughter was 2 years old.
The moral of this anecdote for my daughter and me is the importance of communication, education and, above all, empathy towards the members of a family that lives together.
I am no longer the Superhero, the one full of vitality who solved everything, I am old and my feelings are on the surface, it is vital for a family to understand the different stages and processes that each one is facing, whether due to age or circumstances. .
My family's empathy has made my golden years more bearable.
So for me, from now on the meaning of yellow roses on that date is: empathy.