Fathers, you are there too. Looking left and right, up and down, disoriented, sometimes trying in vain to be present, searching for your place in a world entirely changed by the appearance of a child. Take a step forward, reclaim your place with strength because otherwise you won't be able to say it was taken from you, but rather that you let it go. Learn from nature, which gives women a gift that you can well share and learn, attentive to making it yours with no less effort and dedication than they do. Don't let parenting pass before your eyes, so imbued with its scent and its strength. Watching how that woman bequeathed her life without a contract to serve her family, that family you dreamed of sooner or later but always with hope—that hope that now must be sought in the hidden corners because we are in charge of scaring it away, which is the oxygen it mobilizes, makes you alive and full of vitality.
Fathers, you have the responsibility to be engines capable of making your women fly with simple gestures every day, throwing knowing glances, huge smiles, and propelling them forward because you hold in your hand the key to life that, with a single turn, gives enough power for a woman to fly for a year on the moon. Dare to dream with them, to embrace them, to accompany them, and whisper to them, making yourselves present in the most beautiful process of this life as the observant, present father who values, appreciates, and shares their dedication and unconditional love. Don't let your half of the project slip through your fingers. Close your hand and hold it tightly because it will be your kite string, and I promise you that the journey you will begin will be the journey of your life.
Cristina Oroz Bajo