{"id":10501,"date":"2016-03-10T08:49:30","date_gmt":"2016-03-10T08:49:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/?p=10501"},"modified":"2016-03-10T08:49:30","modified_gmt":"2016-03-10T08:49:30","slug":"mama-si-eu-iii","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/mama-si-eu-iii\/","title":{"rendered":"Mama \u015fi eu (III)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Deja e toamn\u0103 t\u00e2rzie, un v\u00e2nt rece biciuie\u015fte obrajii trec\u0103torilor, iar eu \u00een continuare postez mesaje de ziua mamei. Tocmai am transpus \u00een realitate cli\u015feul favorit al zg\u00e2rci\u0163ilor: nu s\u0103rb\u0103torim pe 8 martie, ci \u00een fiecare zi.<\/p>\n

Mesaje de iubire fierbinte, mesaje de durere interminabil\u0103. Mamele, \u00eengeri \u015fi demoni ai pruncilor lor.<\/p>\n

A\u015fadar, mamelor, e momentul s\u0103 con\u015ftientiza\u0163i c\u00e2t\u0103 putere de\u0163ine\u0163i asupra copiilor vo\u015ftri. Cum cuvintele voastre au puterea s\u0103-i \u00eemboln\u0103veasc\u0103 sau s\u0103-i vindece. Responsabilitatea care vine cu aceast\u0103 putere. \u015ei m\u00e2nui\u0163i-le cu grij\u0103. P\u00e2n\u0103 nu e prea t\u00e2rziu.<\/p>\n

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Ioana \u015fi mama ei, Irina\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\"ioana\"<\/p>\n

<\/pre>\n
1. Prima mea amintire cu mama este\u00a0<\/strong>legat\u0103 de momentul \u00een care \u00eencercam s\u0103 ne\u00a0desen\u0103m una alteia portretul, iar eu eram ferm convins\u0103 c\u0103 al meu e foarte mi\u015fto,\u00a0mai mi\u015fto dec\u00e2t al ei. Men\u0163ionez c\u0103 aveam vreo 3 ani \u015fi c\u0103 am g\u0103sit recent foaia pe care se\u00a0afl\u0103 operele de art\u0103. Mama mea a fost obsedat\u0103 cu p\u0103stratul tuturor\u00a0rahaturilor copil\u0103riei mele. Nu-\u0163i po\u0163i imagina ce am v\u0103zut pe foaia aia. Un profil\u00a0decent de copil de trei ani care aducea destul de bini\u015for cu mine \u015fi o\u00a0catastrof\u0103 din dungi, cu un ochi mai mare \u015fi unul mai mic, o nar\u0103 mai\u00a0sus \u015fi una mai jos, din\u0163ii pe frunte \u015fi p\u0103rul ca un fir de telefon. Bine, \u015fi-acum\u00a0sunt convins\u0103 c\u0103 sunt un talent, bine naibii c\u0103 nu trebuie s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc din asta. :))
\n2. Mama \u015fi eu obi\u015fnuim s\u0103\u00a0<\/strong>ne povestim toate t\u00e2mpeniile, s\u0103 st\u0103m la bere \u015fi la\u00a0vorb\u0103, s\u0103 mergem la film \u015fi la teatru, s\u0103 r\u00e2dem de s\u0103 ne cr\u0103c\u0103n\u0103m pe inside jokes –\u00a0cam tot ce fac ni\u015fte BFF-uri pe care le despart din gre\u015feal\u0103 vreo 30 de ani. \ud83d\ude00
\n3. Mama \u00eemi spune de multe ori c\u0103\u00a0<\/strong>fumez prea mult, c\u0103 o s\u0103-mi arunce blugii \u0103ia\u00a0t\u0103ia\u0163i la gunoi, c\u0103 atunci c\u00e2nd te \u00eencal\u0163i cu adida\u015fi nu te dai cu ruj, c\u0103 ar trebui s\u0103 \u00eencetez\u00a0cu vopsitul, c\u0103 o s\u0103 m\u0103 m\u0103n\u00e2nce g\u00e2ndacii dac\u0103 nu fac naibii curat, c\u0103 port toate\u00a0tinichelele, c\u0103 \u201ebo\u0219toagele\u201d mele sunt oribile (se refer\u0103 la bocanci, e pe jum\u0103tate olteanc\u0103, deh…) \u015fi, desigur, c\u0103 se mir\u0103 \u015fi ea cum de a putut s\u0103 fac\u0103 un copil at\u00e2t\u00a0de frumos \u015fi de\u015ftept. \ud83d\ude00
\n4. Nu i-am spus niciodat\u0103 mamei c\u0103<\/strong> …fuck! Momentul adev\u0103rului, eh? Bine… Uhm,\u00a0mam\u0103, mai \u015ftii blugii \u0103ia l\u0103l\u00e2i ai mei, pe care \u0163i-am zis c\u0103 mi i-a dat o prieten\u0103?\u00a0Erau de la primul meu iubit, dar nu-l \u00eenghi\u0163eai \u015fi nah, eram \u00een liceu \u015fi \u015ftiam c\u0103 o\u00a0s\u0103 mi-i arunci dac\u0103-\u0163i zic, a\u015fa c\u0103… asta e. Ai sp\u0103lat ani de zile blugii lui\u00a0George. \u00cemi pare r\u0103u, mam\u0103. \ud83d\ude41
\n5. A\u015f vrea ca mama \u015fi eu s\u0103<\/strong> mergem la un concert \u00eempreun\u0103, dar tre’ s\u0103 construiesc\u00a0o schel\u0103 imens\u0103 pe care s-o a\u015fez, ca s\u0103 aib\u0103 \u015fi vizibilitate \u015fi s\u0103 stea \u015fi jos,\u00a0pentru c\u0103 e mama MEA \u015fi mama MEA nu st\u0103 \u00een picioare. \u015ei eventual cu un scripete ceva\u00a0care s\u0103-i transporte berea p\u00e2n\u0103 sus. Pentru c\u0103 mama MEA iube\u015fte berea \u015fi eu o iubesc\u00a0pe mama MEA. \u00a0\ud83d\ude00<\/p>\n
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Irina \u015fi mama ei, Claudia<\/strong><\/p>\n
\"IMG_0276\"<\/p>\n
    \n
  1. Prima mea amintire cu mama este c\u0103\u00a0<\/strong>aveam obiceiul prost ca, \u00een fiecare sear\u0103, la 10 minute dup\u0103 ce se b\u0103ga \u0219i\u00a0ea \u00een pat hop \u0219i eu cu foamea.<\/li>\n
  2. Mama \u015fi eu obi\u015fnuiam s\u0103<\/strong>\u00a0facem pia\u021ba.<\/li>\n
  3. Mama \u00eemi spunea de multe ori c\u0103\u00a0<\/strong>sunt ne\u00eendem\u00e2natic\u0103. \u015ei chiar sunt.<\/li>\n
  4. Nu i-am spus niciodat\u0103 mamei c\u0103\u00a0<\/strong>mi-e dor de ea.\u00a0Mi-e tare dor.<\/li>\n
  5. A\u015f vrea ca mama \u015fi eu s\u0103\u00a0<\/strong>ne vedem la fel de des, ca atunci c\u00e2nd eram \u00een \u021bar\u0103.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n
    Ciprian \u015fi mama lui, Florica <\/strong><\/p>\n
    \"12825418_598972540256049_1269056535_n\"<\/p>\n
      \n
    1. Nu am amintiri cu mama.<\/li>\n
    2. Mama \u015fi eu nu avem nimic \u00een comun. Crede-m\u0103 c\u0103 am \u00eencercat tot ce e posibil \u015fi imposibil.<\/li>\n
    3. Mama \u00eemi spunea de multe ori c\u0103\u00a0<\/strong>sunt de c\u0103cat.<\/li>\n
    4. Nu i-am spus niciodat\u0103 mamei c\u0103\u00a0<\/strong>o iubesc.<\/li>\n
    5. A\u015f fi vrut ca mama\u00a0s\u0103 m\u0103 iubeasc\u0103, s\u0103 nu ajung la 35 de ani s\u0103 o ur\u0103sc. Aveam nevoie de ea, s\u0103 o simt aproape. Nu am vrut s\u0103 m\u0103 las de \u015fcoal\u0103 din clasa a 7-a. Nu sim\u0163eam nevoia s\u0103 o v\u0103d \u00een baie cu venele t\u0103iate, nu am vrut s\u0103 o v\u0103d la \u015fcoal\u0103 beat\u0103 moart\u0103, nici s\u0103 m\u0103 dea afar\u0103 din cas\u0103 la 17 ani. Voiam s\u0103 pot s\u0103 \u00eei spun MAM\u0102 \u015fi s\u0103 pot s\u0103 \u00eei ofer acuma la b\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u0163e sprijinul meu. Nu pot s\u0103 o sun de 8 martie s\u0103 \u00eei mul\u0163umesc c\u0103 m-o fabricat.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n
      Cristina \u015fi mama ei, Geta<\/strong><\/p>\n
      “Nu am poz\u0103 cu mine \u015fi mama, dar uite poza ei. Pe 14 martie ar fi fost ziua ei de na\u015ftere”.<\/p>\n
      \"geta\"<\/p>\n
        \n
      1. \n
        Prima mea amintire cu mama este:\u00a0<\/b>eu, pe la 3-4 ani, \u00eencercam s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eembrac cu o rochie de-a ei, s\u0103-i \u00eencal\u0163 pantofii cu toc \u015fi s\u0103 m\u0103 rujez. Ea \u00eemi spunea ce bine \u00eemi st\u0103! Mama chiar era frumoas\u0103, \u015fi, pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 asta, \u015ftia s\u0103 poarte lucrurile, era prin\u0163esa mea \u015fi \u00eencercam s\u0103 o imit.<\/p>\n<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n
          \n
        1. \n
          Mama \u015fi eu obi\u015fnuiam s\u0103\u00a0<\/b>ne cert\u0103m r\u0103u pe tot felul de nimicuri, dup\u0103 care, fiecare se \u00eenchidea \u00een camera ei. Nu ne \u00eemp\u0103cam, pur \u015fi simplu, treceau zile \u00eentregi f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 ne vorbim. Acum, \u00eemi dau pumni \u00een cap pentru fiecare prostie pe care i-am spus-o \u015fi a\u015f vrea s\u0103 m\u0103 ierte.<\/p>\n<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n
            \n
          1. \n
            Mama \u00eemi spunea de multe ori c\u0103\u00a0<\/b>sunt propriul meu du\u015fman, c\u0103 nu am \u00eencredere \u00een mine, c\u0103 trebuie s\u0103 am mai mult curaj! C\u0103 via\u0163a unui om, cu bune \u015fi rele, reflect\u0103 alegerile pe care acesta le-a f\u0103cut c\u00e2ndva, con\u015ftient sau nu, c\u0103 totul st\u0103 \u00een puterea min\u0163ii, de fapt. Am \u015ftiut aceste lucruri de la ea cu mul\u0163i ani \u00eenainte s\u0103 aflu de existen\u0163a discursurilor motiva\u0163ionale.<\/p>\n<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n
              \n
            1. \n
              Nu i-am spus niciodat\u0103 mamei c\u0103<\/b>\u00a0o admir. Nu era niciodat\u0103 strident\u0103 sau fals\u0103, nu se punea \u00een situa\u0163ii penibile, se purta firesc \u00een orice \u00eemprejurare, felul ei de a fi era un amestec fantastic de bl\u00e2nde\u0163e, elegan\u0163\u0103 \u015fi fermitate. Dup\u0103 ce s-a stins, m-am \u00eentrebat care e lec\u0163ia ei pentru mine \u015fi de ce ne-am \u00eent\u00e2lnit pe p\u0103m\u00e2ntul \u0103sta ca mam\u0103 \u015fi fiic\u0103. Cred \u015fi sper c\u0103 mi-am dat seama. Fiecare poate s\u0103 \u00ee\u015fi fac\u0103 via\u0163a pl\u0103cut\u0103 (m\u0103car s\u0103 \u00eencerce!) sau mizerabil\u0103, depinde ce alege.<\/p>\n<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n
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              1. \n
                A\u015f vrea ca mama \u015fi eu<\/b>\u2026 sunt prea multe de spus aici. De exemplu, nu avem poze \u00eempreun\u0103. Poate o s\u0103 ne reg\u0103sim c\u00e2ndva, pe lumea cealalt\u0103 (am ajuns s\u0103 sper din tot sufletul c\u0103 exist\u0103!), atunci chiar nu ne vom mai desp\u0103r\u0163i \u015fi vom avea o ve\u015fnicie la dispozi\u0163ie s\u0103 facem ce vrem.<\/p>\n<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n
                 <\/p>\n
                Gabriela \u015fi mama ei, Constantina\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n
                 <\/p>\n
                “Nu am nici o poz\u0103 cu mama mea”.<\/p>\n
                1. Prima mea amintire cu mama este<\/strong> de c\u00e2nd aveam c\u00e2\u021biva ani. B\u0103nuiam c\u0103\u00a0ascunde ceva important sub rochiile ei modeste, din p\u00e2nz\u0103 topit\u0103, a\u015fa c\u0103 am\u00a0rugat-o sa m\u0103 lase s\u0103 o v\u0103d c\u00e2nd face baie. Atunci nu \u015ftiam c\u0103 maic\u0103-mea\u00a0avea cel mai frumos p\u0103r pubian pe care o s\u0103 \u00eel v\u0103d vreodat\u0103. \u00cencadrat\u00a0perfect \u00eentre coapsele ei de femeie t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103, p\u0103rea c\u0103 face parte dintr-o\u00a0alt\u0103 lume.<\/p>\n
                2. Mama \u015fi eu obi\u015fnuiam s\u0103<\/strong> facem \u00eempreun\u0103 p\u00e2ine. De fiecare dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd\u00a0fr\u0103m\u00e2nta coca, m\u0103 l\u0103sa \u015fi pe mine s\u0103 m\u0103 joc \u00een f\u0103in\u0103. Turti\u021bele \u015fi\u00a0covrigeii din aluat de p\u00e2ine erau cel mai bun desert de pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n
                3. Mama \u00eemi spunea de multe ori<\/strong>: d\u0103-i dracu de nori, c\u0103 \u015fi m\u00e2ine sunt tot\u00a0acolo, pune m\u00e2na \u015fi scrie, c\u0103 te omoar\u0103 ta-to.<\/p>\n
                4. Nu i-am spus niciodat\u0103 mamei c\u0103<\/strong> o iubesc. Nu i-am spus niciodat\u0103 niciun\u00a0cuv\u00e2nt frumos. Nu am apucat, aveam nou\u0103 ani c\u00e2nd a murit.<\/p>\n
                5. A\u015f vrea ca mama \u015fi eu<\/strong> s\u0103 ne mai \u00eent\u00e2lnim c\u00e2ndva. Fie \u015fi sub forma unui\u00a0smoc de iarb\u0103, a unui pumn de \u021b\u0103r\u00e2n\u0103 sau a unui fir de praf. Privind de\u00a0departe, \u00eenc\u0103 facem parte din acela\u015fi univers \u015fi vom face parte pentru\u00a0totdeauna, deci nu sper \u00een zadar.<\/p>\n
                 <\/p>\n
                Diana \u015fi mama ei, Vali<\/strong><\/p>\n
                “Nu am nici o poz\u0103 cu mama mea”<\/p>\n
                1. Prima mea amintire cu mama<\/strong>? \u00cen primii ani, am crescut la bunici, \u00a0a\u015fa c\u0103 prima e aia c\u00e2nd mama \u00eenv\u0103\u0163a pentru specializare \u015fi a trimis-o pe sor-mea s\u0103-i aduc\u0103 nu \u015ftiu ce tratat de prin bibliotec\u0103, \u015fi cum sor-mea era mai moc\u0103it\u0103, eu, peltica, \u00eei r\u0103spund: \u015etiu eu care, \u015ftiu eu care, aia de f\u0103cut copii din raftul 3. A\u015fa s-a spulberat povestea berzei. Ghinion. \u00cenv\u0103\u0163asem s\u0103 citesc prea devreme.<\/p>\n
                2. Ce obi\u015fnuiam s\u0103 facem?<\/strong> Ne culcu\u015feam care prin fotolii, care pe jos (mie \u00eemi place s\u0103 stau pe jos turce\u015fte) \u015fi r\u00e2deam p\u00e2n\u0103 aproape vedeam zorii. Dar asta c\u00e2nd eram student\u0103 \u015fi ne adunam acas\u0103 \u015fi eu, \u015fi sor-mea. Astea dou\u0103 r\u00e2d cu lacrimi, \u015fi at\u00e2ta r\u00e2deam, c\u0103 la un moment dat nici nu ne mai aminteam de la ce am \u00eenceput.<\/p>\n
                3. Mama \u00eemi spunea de multe ori c\u0103<\/strong>… Toat\u0103 copil\u0103ria mea, c\u00e2nd ajungeam \u00een cas\u0103, auzeam numai “ce-ai mai f\u0103cut, idioato” c\u0103, deh, eram copchil cuminte \u015fi nu f\u0103ceam de dou\u0103 ori acela\u015fi lucru.<\/p>\n
                4. Nu i-am spus niciodat\u0103 mamei c\u0103…<\/strong> Sunt mai multe pe care nu i le-am spus \u015fi probabil c\u0103 nu i le voi spune niciodat\u0103.<\/p>\n
                5. A\u015f vrea ca mama \u015fi eu s\u0103<\/strong> ne plimb\u0103m mai mult \u00eempreun\u0103. Cred c\u0103 ne-am distra copios. A\u015f vrea s\u0103 am mai mult timp s\u0103 m\u0103 v\u0103d cu ea. S\u0103 st\u0103m a\u015fa, ca fetele \u015fi s\u0103 nu ne mai preseze timpul \u0103sta care uneori pare c\u0103 st\u0103 pe loc, alteori galopeaz\u0103. \u015ei nu \u00een\u0163eleg dup\u0103 ce criterii se produce sta\u0163ionarea, respectiv galopul.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
                Deja e toamn\u0103 t\u00e2rzie, un v\u00e2nt rece biciuie\u015fte obrajii trec\u0103torilor, iar eu \u00een continuare postez mesaje de ziua mamei. Tocmai am transpus \u00een realitate...<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":10509,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10501","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-spicy"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/bebe.jpg?fit=275%2C183&ssl=1","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10501","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10501"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10501\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10513,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10501\/revisions\/10513"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/10509"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10501"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10501"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10501"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}