Celebra zi a copilului…C\u00e2nd toate ar trebui s\u0103 par\u0103 roz, verde, ro\u015fu, c\u00e2nd copil\u0103ria ar trebui s\u0103-\u0163i provoace gust de zah\u0103r \u00een gur\u0103 \u015fi miros de baloane de s\u0103pun.
\nPoate c\u0103 e ur\u00e2t din partea mea s\u0103 fiu a\u015fa pesimist\u0103 tocmai ast\u0103zi, dar nu pot s\u0103 nu constat c\u0103 ziua de 1 iunie r\u0103m\u00e2ne ziua \u00een care adul\u0163ii fac pu\u0163in\u0103 mascarad\u0103 la televizor \u015fi cei mai noroco\u015fi dintre cei mici se bucur\u0103 de ni\u015fte dulciuri \u00een plus \u015fi de ni\u015fte juc\u0103rii noi. Dar eu nu am putut niciodat\u0103 s\u0103 empatizez cu copila\u015fii (de\u015fi to\u0163i \u00eemi sunt dragi cumva) care au no\u0163iunea de “fi\u0163e” \u00eenc\u0103 de la 5 ani \u015fi nici cu feti\u0163ele care la 7 ani \u015ftiu mai bine cum e treaba cu “brandul” dec\u00e2t unii dintre adul\u0163ii din jurul lor.<\/p>\n
Dragii mei, aceast\u0103 postare este pentru voi. Care nu ave\u0163i cum s\u0103 citi\u0163i asta, dar care ve\u0163i sim\u0163i, sear\u0103 de sear\u0103, rug\u0103ciunile mele. Pentru c\u0103 nu am putut s\u0103 v\u0103 uit m\u00e2nu\u0163ele murdare \u015fi boticurile p\u0103tate de c\u00e2nd v-am v\u0103zut prima dat\u0103.
\nV-am g\u0103sit acum un an \u015fi ceva, la orfelinatul din Berceni (m\u0103 rog, mai pompos \u015fi oficial “Centrul de Plasament Robin Hood”). Venisem cu toat\u0103 teoria mea de pasionat\u0103 de pedagogie, hot\u0103r\u00e2t\u0103 s\u0103 v\u0103 iubesc pe to\u0163i la fel \u015fi s\u0103 nu m\u0103 enervez orice mi-a\u0163i face. Nu v-am iubit la fel pe to\u0163i de la \u00eenceput. V-am iubit pe to\u0163i \u00eens\u0103 de la a doua \u00eent\u00e2lnire. Mi se f\u0103cea dor imediat cum v\u0103 l\u0103sam de g\u0103l\u0103gia voastr\u0103, de m\u00e2nu\u0163ele voastre mici care se ag\u0103\u0163au de hainele mele colorate, mi-era dor de lacrimile voastre care f\u0103ceau mai mult dec\u00e2t orice cuv\u00e2nt. \u00cencepusem s\u0103 iubesc mirosul de cantin\u0103 infect\u0103 care \u00eemi amintea c\u0103 sunt acolo, l\u00e2ng\u0103 voi. Eram m\u00e2ndr\u0103 de voi, dar \u015fi de mine, c\u00e2nd reu\u015feam s\u0103 v\u0103 fac s\u0103 scrie\u0163i corect c\u00e2te un r\u00e2nd sau s\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103\u0163a\u0163i o poezie…
\nC\u00e2nd am ajuns la voi, a fost prima dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd am trecut prin ni\u015fte str\u0103zi at\u00e2t de mizerabile, dar ce a fost mai dureros a fost faptul c\u0103 niciodat\u0103 \u00eenainte de voi nu am mai v\u0103zut ni\u015fte copii care s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eenve\u0163e at\u00e2tea. N-am s\u0103 uit niciodat\u0103 cum una dintre voi a \u00eenceput s\u0103-mi pl\u00e2ng\u0103 \u00een bra\u0163e, iar eu, total pierdut\u0103, n-am avut ce face mai bun \u015fi am \u00eenceput \u015fi eu s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng. Nici cum alta \u00eemi repeta obsesiv c\u0103 mami o s\u0103 vin\u0103 \u00een cur\u00e2nd, dar acel \u00een cur\u00e2nd se prelungea la nesf\u00e2r\u015fit…Nu pot s\u0103 v\u0103 uit m\u00e2nu\u0163ele, fe\u0163ele murdare \u015fi g\u0103l\u0103gia sincer\u0103 cu care m\u0103 primea\u0163i, semn c\u0103 eram a\u015fteptat\u0103. \u00cen niciun loc nu m-am mai sim\u0163it at\u00e2t de a\u015fteptat\u0103!
\nCopii l\u0103sa\u0163i, definitiv sau temporar, de p\u0103rin\u0163i, dar care vorbesc cu dragoste \u015fi cu dor despre ei. Copii care adorm nem\u00e2ng\u00e2ia\u0163i, drept care nu ri\u015fti s\u0103 pleci cu iubirea risipit\u0103…pentru c\u0103 ei \u015ftiu foarte bine ce le dai \u015fi au mare grij\u0103 s\u0103 nu te r\u0103neasc\u0103…asta e pentru voi, dragele mele comori!
\nAcum, ce s\u0103 v\u0103 spun? C\u0103 a\u015f vrea s\u0103 m\u0103 ierta\u0163i? C\u0103 \u00eentre timp, au ap\u0103rut at\u00e2tea altele \u015fi de un an nu am mai reu\u015fit s\u0103 ne bucur\u0103m \u00eempreun\u0103 duminicile? \u015ei la ce bun s\u0103 v\u0103 spun toate astea dac\u0103 nu sunt acolo s\u0103 v\u0103 \u015fterg n\u0103sucurile \u015fi s\u0103 v\u0103 cert c\u00e2nd v\u0103 bate\u0163i pe nu \u015ftiu ce juc\u0103rie? \u015ei, Dumnezeule, v\u0103 \u0163in minte chipurile, dar numele? Nu cred c\u0103 mai \u015ftiu vreunul…Oare am s\u0103 pot s\u0103 v\u0103 mai privesc vreodat\u0103 \u00een ochi? S\u0103 v\u0103 spun pe un ton grav c\u0103 a trebuit s\u0103 m\u0103 duc duminica la bibliotec\u0103 \u015fi s\u0103 dau medita\u0163ii \u00een loc s\u0103 m\u0103 joc cu voi? Dar toate astea nu au sens…Nu \u015ftiu dac\u0103 a venit altcineva s\u0103 v\u0103 iubeasc\u0103 \u00een locul meu, dar sper s\u0103 da\u0163i de c\u00e2t mai pu\u0163ini oameni ca mine…care las\u0103 \u00een urm\u0103 copii de dou\u0103 ori abandona\u0163i.
\nNu sunte\u0163i to\u0163i ni\u015fte inocen\u0163i. Groaza abandonului \u015fi incon\u015ftien\u0163a celor din jurul vostru v-au transformat pe unii \u00een ni\u015fte copii care \u015ftiu prea multe c\u00e2nd nu trebuie. Unii “amici” mai r\u0103i m-au “\u00eencurajat” asigur\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 c\u0103 unii dintre voi ve\u0163i fi delincven\u0163ii de m\u00e2ine. Dar azi e azi \u015fi eu cred mult \u00een voi, \u015fi \u00een voi care sunte\u0163i rromi (copiii \u0103\u015ftia cu tenul \u00eenchis m-au iubit cel mai mult…\u015fi a fost reciproc), \u015fi \u00een voi care \u00eenc\u0103 nu \u015fti\u0163i s\u0103 scrie\u0163i \u00een clasa a III-a, \u015fi \u00een voi care obi\u015fnuia\u0163i s\u0103 arunca\u0163i cu pietre \u00een ma\u015fin\u0103 c\u00e2nd plecam…\u015ftiu c\u0103 tot din iubirea voastr\u0103 mare a\u0163i f\u0103cut-o…
\nV\u0103 iubesc. Detest tot anul \u0103sta \u00een care am stat departe de voi. Mi-am petrecut duminicile la bibliotec\u0103, dar sunt mai s\u0103rac\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 voi. Mi-e dor de voi.
\nVoi, dragi floricele ale lui Dumnezeu, voi a\u0163i m\u00e2ncat azi, de ziua copilului, ceva bun?<\/p>\n
PS: \u015etiu c\u0103 sf\u00e2ntul drept la liber\u0103 exprimare \u015fi la opinie e inviolabil. Dar v\u0103 jur c\u0103 nu va intra niciun comentariu al cuiva care vrea s\u0103 spun\u0103 ceva r\u0103u despre aceste mici sufle\u0163ele. \u015etiu \u015fi eu c\u00e2t de r\u0103i pot fi unii, am v\u0103zut \u015fi eu destule acolo, dar nu am s\u0103 permit nim\u0103nui, care din confortul fotoliului s\u0103u \u00ee\u015fi d\u0103 cu p\u0103rerea, s\u0103 vorbeasc\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 dragoste sau m\u0103car respect pentru ace\u015fti copila\u015fi care, oric\u00e2t de s\u0103lbatic s-ar manifesta uneori, au fost poate mai greu \u00eencerca\u0163i p\u00e2n\u0103 la 10 ani dec\u00e2t al\u0163ii \u00eentr-o via\u0163\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u015ei c\u00e2nd comenta\u0163i, aminti\u0163i-v\u0103, v\u0103 rog, de cuvintele lui Isus Christos: “mai de folos i-ar fi dac\u0103 cineva i-ar pune de g\u00e2t o piatr\u0103 de moar\u0103 \u015fi l-ar pr\u0103bu\u015fi \u00een mare, dec\u00e2t s\u0103 sminteasc\u0103 pe unul dintre ace\u015ftia micii”. (Luca 17:2)<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Celebra zi a copilului…C\u00e2nd toate ar trebui s\u0103 par\u0103 roz, verde, ro\u015fu, c\u00e2nd copil\u0103ria ar trebui s\u0103-\u0163i provoace gust de zah\u0103r \u00een gur\u0103 \u015fi...<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"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_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"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-161","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-spicy"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/161","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\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=161"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/161\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=161"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=161"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=161"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}