Gasoline will go up. Rents will become more expensive, salaries will stagnate. You will have everything much more complicated, my son: I didn't expect it either. Sometimes it's hard for me to talk to you about the possibilities that opened up for us before, when the social elevator worked, when having a degree and a master's degree seemed like a guarantee of everything. Current volatility has its advantages, for sure: you are less tied down, you learn more things, you get by and you depend more on your own adaptability. I mean, let salaries stagnate, man: they are not you. Don't you stagnate, nor let yourself stagnate. I know we all need a ground that doesn't move much, to dare to change when we feel like it and not because the flames catch us. But the ground is not you. Decadence is not you, minimum wage is not you. You'll have to work hard and not trust anything, that's for sure. When did things go wrong? I suppose with the 2008 crisis and with the coronavirus, and in our country with the Process, but they are not you either. They are facts, data, circumstances, the weatherman. The rawness with which democracy cracks will force you to have little faith in your rights (which you will have to defend more than would be normal) and to concentrate more on your duties (surviving without harming, basically). But the system is not you, bankruptcy is not you, fragility and mediocrity are not you. And as for the social elevator, my son, don't think so either: everyone knows that in reality it was always stairs.

A former colleague told me not long ago that she was surprised when she heard I had a daughter because she'd never seen me as "a reproductive man." I laughed. It didn't seem like an insult, but rather a description. And, in fact, that possibility had always been there. The idea of ​​having children amused me, but until recently it was an abstract and distant concept.

Family is the most important thing we have. Especially our immediate family, the people you live with and are closest to. The unconditional support. Wife, parents, siblings... grandparents.

You truly become an adult when your first child is born. But I've discovered there's another boundary you cross, when your children no longer need you as much. Then you become a kind of supervisor or firefighter, someone they call on in an emergency. I'm realizing now that my daughter is almost nineteen and already in university, and my youngest son is almost fourteen and practically halfway through secondary school.

If he worked full-time, Mirko would have to work seven and a half hours, but he's been working five and a half for the last six years. During this time, he's taken a reduced work schedule to balance work and raising his three children with his wife. They also have two children, one each, from previous relationships. So, in total, there are days or weeks when they have five children. They've lived in Barcelona for over twenty-five years, but they don't have extended family; he's German and she's from Venezuela, and therefore they've had to be very organized over the years.

I don't know if the world is a horrible place, but we humans make it one. Being a pessimist by nature, I tend to believe that whatever good we can do hardly compensates for the harm others do. I don't think Mother Teresa of Calcutta makes up for Hitler, for crying out loud. We should be constantly apologizing to our children.

Giant, you have a giant heart / favorite creature / solar revolution / Giant, you have a giant heart / you make life tremble / small nuclear bomb. After six albums, Xiulaland, is a return to the origins, to the reason that made us meet, to the reasons why we do everything we do.

When France was liberated from Nazism, Emmanuel Mounier, the father of Christian personalism, called four contributors to the magazine Esprit and their families to experience an intellectual adventure on a large estate with century-old trees located in Châtenay-Malabry, near Paris, christened The White Walls.

My children are two little miracles, and to believe in miracles, you have to be devout. Well, maybe all sons and daughters are, but let me say that mine are a little more devout than usual.

If you walk into Alex's room today, you might find anything. Any day now, I'll find an Ondas Award under the bed. He's very messy. Plus, he has this strange ability to make you believe things are more or less in their place, but when you open the closet or drawers, you see everything is a mess. Gina's room is tidier, although I think she's slowly picking up some of her brother's bad habits.

Are all fathers clumsy? Daniel Farràs-Berdejo argues they aren't. He arrives with a tomato and a lemon tattooed on his arm, symbolizing his children and the stars of Papambtomàquet, his Instagram account where he shares illustrations about the challenges of being an involved father.

For men, the process of becoming fathers is a profound transformation, fraught with opportunities. Recent studies show that fathers who maintain close and prolonged contact with their babies experience increases in hormones linked to care and bonding, such as oxytocin and prolactin. They also show brain transformations.

The title question is a matter of curiosity and controversy, as European society has traditionally been concerned with ensuring that within a marriage, the male parents are the biological fathers of their children, who also receive the family name through paternal inheritance. This concern has been justified by sociology and evolutionary biology with the argument that parents invest a great deal of personal and emotional effort and many economic resources—such as inheritances—in their children, and would like to ensure that the recipients are their genetic descendants.

Control over bodies, especially women's bodies, has been a recurring theme in dystopian narratives depicting futuristic authoritarian regimes. The evaluation, an effective and stylized science fiction chamber piece, does not contain the fierce genre reading ofThe Handmaid's Tale, but the spirit of the novel Margaret Atwood permeates the description of this post-climate disaster universe: aseptic and safe but also tightly regulated, where couples who want to have children must pass a strict external evaluation.

The State will further restrict the practice of surrogacy. How? By making it difficult for babies born via this method in another country to be registered as their own children, because the practice is illegal in Spain. Pedro Sánchez's government has finalized a new instruction that will create more bureaucratic obstacles for "intended parents" to prevent them from "circumventing" the law: the new order invalidates foreign certificates, rulings from international judicial authorities, and any other declaration accompanied by medical documentation for registering minors in Spain. Thus, the Spanish Civil Registry will not accept any of these documents. "Without exceptions," the instruction states.

In classic Hollywood cinema, maternal melodramas were common, films about women forced to experience motherhood distanced from their children because they had to atone for some sin. Arnaud and Jean-Marie Larrieu create a contemporary, masculine version of this genre in Jim's Story, about Aymeric (Karim Leklou), a man who acts as a father to Jim, his partner's son, until she resumes her relationship with the biological father and they leave together for Canada with the child, leaving the protagonist behind. If in the classic maternal melodrama the woman was punished for straying from the ideal of a mother by breaking the prevailing morality, in Jim's Story Aymeric suffers from not complying with the institutional idea of paternity: since he is not the biological father, he cannot claim the right to continue seeing the child.

Last Wednesday was Saint Joseph's Day, and apart from thinking about the burning, my father and all fathers also came to mind, of course, although I haven't had to make any effort to think about it lately. And not only because of the usual marketing for Father's Day, which we've never celebrated as such in my house, but because three books I've read (all three new releases) made reference from the start, in one way or another, to the father figure.

When you look at it from a more focused perspective, feeling guilty as a parent isn't as bad as it may seem. It means reflecting on what you do and don't do, and evaluating your actions and inactions. I highly doubt that people who don't feel guilty about parenthood are perfect parents; they simply don't engage in this self-assessment exercise. Out of a sense of self-worth or survival, I don't know.

Before becoming the father of my first child, I had a number of issues related to fatherhood that, whether due to prejudice or lack of information, I was very clear that I would not allow. No cell phones or tablets (especially when we go to restaurants), I would wear earrings, the animals would be called by their name (nothing wow neither miaves) either I wouldn't kiss them on the mouth. And this is the last point I want to talk about here.

For a few weeks now I have been reading a few articles about my new fatherhood and mayoralty. This has already led me to meet people who congratulate me for having become a father, when I have not yet become one; others who ask me how it is that I am in the City Hall if I have the permit, when obviously I cannot yet enjoy it, or even some men who have made a sarcastic comment about the fact that fatherhood leads me to "quit work".