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An important date is September 7 for First Lady Desislava Radeva. On the same day in 1996, she became the mother of her only child, Strahil, of the current BSP MP, Georgi Svilenski.
At that time, Desislava was still a student, but the happiness of family life quickly faded, and she and the girl’s father decided to divorce when he was still very young. Strahil grew up living with his mother and maternal grandmother, and to this day he is a 24-year-old who has not shared a home with Desi for a long time.
In 2020, the president’s successor graduated in Public Administration from Mount Mercy University in Iowa, USA, where he was accepted after the Spanish Language High School in Sofia. A curious detail is that he and his mother graduated the same year. Just two months ago, Gen. Desi has a master’s degree in “Political Pathologies of the Global World”, and this fall he will officially receive his ketapa from the Faculty of Philosophy at Sofia University.
Radeva is rarely allowed to speak about her son and holds him up as an eagle for the public interest. Since she was the first lady, she has only shared that the two have a strong relationship, they love to go to rock concerts together, affectionately call him Sunny and claim that her boyfriend has a great sense of humor, as he likes to joke about the political publications of their parents. . “My father is a deputy, you are the wife of a president. What do I have to be to overcome you,” said Strahil, who is a successful volleyball player with a career at Levski.
Years ago, however, Desislava was much more sentimental and open and loved to testify of her motherly love on social media. In 2011, she even dedicated an essay to her son, which is still visible on her personal Facebook profile.
Here is the full text:
“Before I became a mother, I slept as much as I wanted and never worried about what time I went to bed. I brushed my teeth and combed my hair every day. I put on makeup, put on a suit and went to work. Before If I was a mother, I could cut tomatoes once a week. I could cut tomatoes for salad, but not cook chicken fricassee and at least twenty other kinds of pots to make for the kids, knead a cake “in the sun” for a prodigal son. . At 5 in the morning. That if I ate lettuce, the contents of the diaper would look like pureed spinach, I did not trip over toys and I did not learn lullabies. He never dared to vomit on me. No one urinated on my lap, he spat at me, bit my fingers. Even less did I imagine someone sucking on my boobs most of the day and using me as a pacifier. Ha, try to catch a leech! Hungry. I had total control of my mind and thoughts. I slept at night. He had time to dream.
I wouldn’t believe anyone that with 3 centimeters of revelation, the day before I give birth, I will make shapes in the sand. Before I became a mother, I never had to hug a roaring child with all my strength so that the doctor could look at his throat. She did not know how to dress an octopus with one hand. I’ve never seen tears filled with tears, willing to cry on my own. And I did not know what it was to die of happiness when seeing the smile of a child. I didn’t think I could kick someone out of my own bed and get their bare feet out of my mouth while I was sleeping. To wash shitty pants and scrape aki under my nails. I didn’t know that my kiss could heal. Before I became a mother, I didn’t hold anyone in my arms just because I couldn’t separate myself from them. Breathe with it, throb with it. To tell “The Three Pigs” poetically and crawl, growling like a wolf. My heart hadn’t been divided into millions when I couldn’t ease the pain now and immediately and patch an imaginary fatal wound that would fit inside a red dot on my finger.
I had no idea that someone so small could have the greatest meaning. He didn’t know how important it was not to blink because he had just fallen asleep. I didn’t think I could love so hot And it never crossed my mind that someone would draw long lines on my immaculately painted walls and say they were airplanes. And less that I will be happy for them. Before I became a mother, I didn’t know that my heart could live in someone else’s body. I didn’t know what happiness it was to breastfeed a starving child suffering from sore bleeding nipples.
Before I became a mother, I didn’t wake up every 10 minutes just to check that I was breathing. I had no idea how firm and confident I could be even when two Pirogov doctors forced me to leave my son on antibiotic systems. And then collapse helplessly on the sidewalk in front of the hospital. I felt bad seeing blood. I didn’t know that I was capable of feeling so much empathy and feeling so deeply. He was terrified of chickenpox. I turned my nightmares into happiness! I became a mother! “
Bulgaria
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