Having a child is relatively easy. Being a parent is not, because nobody prepares you for it and nobody teaches you how to do it. At most they tell you that you have to take advantage of sleeping because later you won’t be able to do it or they advise you to take advantage of their childhood because they grow up fast; but when it comes down to it, everything is turned upside down whether you like it or not, because a baby is a totally dependent being, which could even be defined as selfish if we take into account that it only thinks about its welfare and doesn’t care if the dark circles under its eyes reach the floor. Put this way it sounds negative, a behavior to be modified through an education based on teaching them that they cannot have everything in life. However, if we do not stay on the surface, if we look beyond, we can come to understand that everything a baby can do is nothing more than a second chance that life gives us to understand who we are, where we come from and what is really important. That is why, when my oldest son, who is now 11 years old, was born, I decided to make an effort to understand his way of being and I decided to open my mind to the possibility that I was the one who was wrong, not him. So I chose to raise and educate him and his siblings in the way I considered best, despite not always being to the liking of the majority of society. And the funny thing, after so many years, is that I don’t know if it is the good one. I don’t even consider my truth to be THE TRUTH. But I have learned so much in all this time, with my three children, and with Miriam, that one way to capture it is through this book and the next two. Three books that are the sum of everything I would have wanted to read or hear as a parent.