All of us, for better or worse, have had (our) role models.
Someone who more or less conscientiously showed us the way, willingly or unwillingly, intentionally or not.
Role models are our guides.
Those who lead you to see the world in a way that suits you and that you like.
I think we all have them, or at least have had them.
You just have to know how to look within yourself.
Personally, I had two great role models.
The first is my mother.
She was always there in my childhood (and even after).
She always gave me confidence.
And she allowed me (in my studies) to do what I wanted.
As long as I did it well and conscientiously.
The second example, my grandmother.
Her mother.
I could only see her two or three times a year.
Persistent, stubborn, quiet, tenacious, grumpy, intelligent, insightful, practical.
A woman to whom life spared nothing.
Women as my personal example.
Women in my family.
Always.
My mother – already pregnant with me – left her home, friends and acquaintances to move from Tuscany to Milan to find a job as a teacher and to marry my father.
She was a woman in love who made a difficult choice at a time when every option had to be carefully considered.
She was always present and, above all, close to me.
As long as she was in this world.
And my grandmother was no less.
Among other things, she fought in the second World War.
She fought with an iron fist for decades.
She who always had a knee problem that prevented her from walking for a long time.
