According to Heraclitus,
the Greek philosopher, the only constant in life is change; and very often
change creates suffering, especially within families. When I was a kid, I used
to play canasta with my grandfather Renato. I took the bus that took me to the
Caballito neighborhood and, once there, I got off at the corner of his house. I
liked being with him because my grandfather used to tell me about his
adventures in the trenches of First World War in which he had participated. However,
as expected, when I turned thirteen, I traded the canasta with my grandfather
for outings with my schoolmates. I never forgot his reproach one day: “Marina,
you don't come to see me anymore”. Today, that I have reached the age when
our children leave the family home to start their journey, I feel my
grandfather's sadness as if it were my own. What a paradox that despite the
fact that we wish for the young people in the family a life full of love and
work, that same life far from us fills us with nostalgia and sadness! Moreover,
if I'm not mistaken, we mothers are the ones who suffer from it to a greater
extent; perhaps it is because the relationship between mothers and their sons
and daughters is different from any other; it is a relationship that smells infinity. This is how, by being left without those who were the meaning of our life for many
years, we have to face the profound change of starting a new life, the last but
the one with the greatest meaning in terms of our role in this world. The time
has come for us to be who we are without any help.
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