La Voz de Galicia – March 8, 2026 →
Today I want to talk about my mother. Or about all those mothers of that generation who, with nothing at all to hold on to, gave everything so that we, their daughters, could have what they themselves could not. About all those women who, simply because they were born into a particular social or economic reality, did not have access to the best possible education, but who taught us that by investing in it we could have the chance to be free and independent, a chance they didn’t have. About all those mothers who were homemakers, who carried the weight of a complex reality, yet receive little or nothing from the state to help them have a dignified old age. That generation of invisible women who built ours and never asked for anything in return.
And so in this month of March—when suddenly I receive more invitations than usual to talk about my experience as a professional (something I’m grateful for, though it is curious, since I’m also a woman the rest of the year)—I find myself thinking more than ever about the fact that I did not build my own path; rather, I walked the path that she had already prepared: the one she cleared, cut through, and paved for us, her four daughters.
She, they, are the ones who broke those “glass ceilings” so that we could later define them. She, they, who could not choose are the ones who today receive less than a thousand euros to survive. She, they, are the ones whom banks charge constant and absurd fees for any transaction. She, they, whom doctors no longer listen to are the ones who deserve to be listened to every day, because without their work we would not work. Without them, neither we nor this day would exist. And for her, for them, this column is written. Thank you to all of them. Thank you, Mom.
