285. Mother’s Day is the Most Special Day…

Roberto Cavalli285. Mother’s Day is the Most Special Day…

It was 1944 and we had just moved to Florence… I was only 4 years old… the memory of my Mom has a special place in my heart…

Our life had its rhythms. My Mom was working, my sister Lietta was going to school and my grandfather was an artist painter. It was autumn and the days were still warm. Everything looked peaceful, almost suspended in an apparent tranquility.

Then came the cold. Winter was always hard in Florence. A few degrees above zero, freezing outside amounted to an unbearable cold inside the house. The chilblains alternated with lice, one rub of olive oil for chilblains and camphor oil for lice.

During the winter, the best moment was when we went to sleep with that little bit of warmth that Mom was able to procure with small pieces of coal she was able to reach and put in the bed-warmer.

That warmth for me was the antechamber of heaven. I went to sleep happy, waiting for Mom to insert the bed-warmer under the covers, a sort of cage made of wood with a hook in the center that held the terra cotta pot full of burning coal.

I waited for a goodnight kiss from Mom and then I immersed myself in my dreams…

In the morning I opened my eyes to the sound of the earliest carts clattering on the cobblestones as the farmers made their way to market. That was the signal for the brioche vendor to raise his loud and raucous voice. A reminder of the start of a new day.

Quick as a cat, I put on a sweater and I was heading out holding hands with mom to buy two still-hot-brioches for Lietta and me.

A big kiss to all mothers in the world…


Roberto Cavalli

Marcella Rossi


With Mom and Lietta

With Mom and Lietta

5 replies
  1. Maia
    Maia says:

    BELLISSIMO post, Sgr. Cavalli!!! La madre è la miglior direttora delle operazioni del mondo. Ho inviato Giorgio V. un’ emozionante video -fatto negli Stati Uniti- intitolato, più o meno “La miglior direttora delle operazioni del mondo”. Si può vedere in Youtube. Saluti cordiali

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