Some time ago, I shared a publication on love, as a contemplation of one of the most precious gifts that life gives us, that magnanimous present in its expression, complex and controversial in its dissertation, because it is so confusing and imprecise, and at the same time paradoxical, officious and complacent, adapting to malleability, allowing each one of us to specify it and give it usability and value in our way.

I do not intend to go through contextualization, because it would be a rough, limitless, and perpetual journey, what I can refer to is its multidimensionality in its representativeness, kaleidoscopic in its applicability. And although it may sound wrong, love in its genesis is neutral, it is our actions and chores that determine its course and orientation, with an inclination to the good and the not so good, that will be my challenge to justify in the following lines.

From our first contact with this existence, regardless of the conditions or reasons for our arrival, love is the first energy that flows throughout our being, escorts with emotion our inaugural breath of air, it is the intention of well-being, as the most intimate and precious essence that will nourish and accompany us throughout our existence.

I came to this life with a lot of love, I am the firstborn of a couple that converged in the understanding of love, where my parents were united in a happy family, but as expected with very dissimilar, unequal, and even opposite ideas and conceptions of love, the great challenge, to achieve the desired balance, in favor of all its members.

With propriety I can assure you that my childhood and my life with them, until the last minute of their existence, was enriching, full of satisfactions and immense happiness, because they granted me in their way a beautiful and caring love, full of well-being, which never diminished, on the contrary, it was ennobled and dignified superlatively, becoming everlasting, allowing me to appreciate and distinguish shades of love, in their criteria of formation for life.

Dad was the expression of tough love, firm in his authority, indomitable in his strength, vital in my teachings, generator of patterns and norms for good living, hierarchical in his expressiveness, of great contributions for life, where in spite of his contained effusiveness, he educated me from freedom, without mistreatment or violence, but with assertiveness in his corrections, when it was necessary. Dad was not expressive in his displays of affection, with few hugs and kisses, but when something moved the deepest part of his being, in his emotions, his tears flowed as expressions of sincere and spontaneous love, of happiness.

Her expressive form of powerful love, sometimes generated in me irreverence because, from my point of view, I came to transit in incomprehension and incongruence, until my mother's docility and manifest affection gave me answers to my questions. Mom was the balance of love, the fluidity of actions, and the necessary elixir for balance, through her cuddles and hugs.

I am a response to the nuances of love, I am happy and grateful for what I have been given in my teachings. I am not the one to judge what my parents had to assume at the time, my sincere gratitude. Today it corresponds to me as be mother and father of my daughter and I flow in her upbringing between different shades of love, sometimes I give tough love, from the beautiful for her well-being, trying to generate habits and norms that will enrich her life, correcting when necessary, with strategies appropriate to the current times. But when the occasion allows it, hugs and many kisses, fluttering the effusiveness of what she represents, as happiness in my life, rewarding and recognizing, with kind love, her achievements and good deeds.

I conclude this dissertation by referring that love in its representativeness with its diverse variants should not be straight and linear, on the contrary, it should flow in the variability, in a particular way I manifest that the relationship father-mother-child, mother-child, father-child, in its bond of emotions is not exact, because we parents, as mother and/or father we have the responsibility to guide, take care and teach, giving the best for our children, the tough love well carried and not distorted by the one who exercises it, represents utility in the one who receives it, the discipline exercised without violence or mistreatment, can be necessary, always in balance, it is there where the great complexity lies, the proportion in its right measure.