I teach my daughter to use her own mind, I teach her independence, and with it I give her my truths; it's a risk, I know ("the educational risk", Luigi Giussani) ..because my truths could be wrong.. but, in any case, they are and they will be a solid rock for her, a safe point from which to start her life journey, a journey that will bring her to her own truths that, I'm sure, she will search with sobriety and serenity.

The freedom to think and the freedom to choose are not enough because they are a search with no start point that bring you to a path with no arrival point.

We know the knowledge is infinite and the truth is something we cannot see in its whole complexity, so any path or life thinking to reach them will be a failure, a sadness; but if we start from the rock (for example the one of the father) to reach one day our own rock.. this is something possible! this is something human.. happy, even it may seems limited compared the Cosmos and to God.

From the Psycho-Glossary, at the word Parents: "parents are the two individuals who usually enact the initial imprinting of their child. In society today, for the first 2-3 years, they account for the whole influencing environment of their child, and up to 15-20 years they usually represent most of it anyway. Hence, they can essentially decide his/her nature: healthy or unhealthy, peaceful or violent, good or evil, whether his/her future will be like heaven or hell. Imprinting takes place anyway, even if parents refuse (as some ideologists of the 1960s used to advise quite peremptorily, for that matter) to educate their child, his/her brain will necessarily develop a given structure. In such cases what forms in the child's brain is utter chaos, so those who have been abandoned to such a condition will have a lot of trouble trying to find their own identity and personal balance in their adulthood"

Why do I write all this? Maybe because of my parents, they have always left me to the wind like a beautiful flower.. and it's wonderful to fly and feel the fresh air.. but when you become adult, when it's time to put your roots down.. you don't know how to do it, you can't do it, so.. I really don't know if one day I will be able to become a solid rock; the rock can feel the air too, and you can draw a flower on it with chalks.. but also the rock stands still, if necessary. As a flower I have suffered very much turning myself into a rock, and sometimes today I still suffer and I'm sure this passage would have been easier and joyful with a present father.. but it's my way, my aim, my role.. now. I have to break this long "non-chain" made of missing links.. I have to offer my daughter a different future in which she can always turn her face back (when she wants, in any moment) and clearly see where she comes from, with no doubt, without feel behind the shoulders that horrible black void like the deepest of the holes.