That semester I started to analyze everything that concerned parenting practices. It was the second half of the 70’s. I used to observe mothers singing lullabies with canvas baby carriers that opened like fans, listened to them asking their kids to behave in the supermarket, preparing them vegetarian burgers and fruit yogurt, watched daddies carrying babies on their backpacks and buying disposable diapers, couples taking Lamaze classes, little girls without crinolines and starched dresses, boys in denim and embroidered crude shirts. All with long hair to the wind. It was definitively a generation with relaxed parents, closer to their children, but worried about the atmosphere, nature, nutrition and freedom. It was also a generation of young adult surrounded and hunted by the greatest ambush that any generation of youngsters had ever faced before : drugs.
It was very difficult to see as young people of my age change so much with age. Kids that went to school with me and listened with me the fabulous music of those times began to live uncontrolled lives of adolescents that first made of “irresponsibility” a game and then a dangerous “modus vivendi”.
My life nevertheless, had put me in a position in which far from throwing in the instantaneous allowance of indolence and carelessness, gave me the opportunity to occupy me with a VIP Job. I felt important, a key person for somebody, able to protect another human being and object of the blind faith and unconditional love of this creature. What a great fortune.
