Exist\u0103 \u00een via\u021ba fiec\u0103ruia c\u00e2teva date care se a\u0219az\u0103 \u00een memorie cu greutatea unei mari victorii sau a unei \u00eenfr\u00e2ngeri dureroase. Le purt\u0103m cu noi f\u0103r\u0103 efort, ca pe ni\u0219te borne care ne \u00eempart existen\u021ba \u00een \u00eenainte \u0219i dup\u0103. Ziua na\u0219terii este, de obicei, prima dintre ele. Apoi vin alte repere. Fiecare dintre aceste momente sap\u0103 ad\u00e2nc \u0219i schimb\u0103, uneori f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 ne d\u0103m seama, felul \u00een care privim lumea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Vorbim adesea despre copil\u0103rie ca despre un teritoriu al inocen\u021bei, al siguran\u021bei \u0219i al unei libert\u0103\u021bi pe care nu o \u00een\u021belegem pe deplin dec\u00e2t dup\u0103 ce o pierdem. Ne amintim mirosuri, cur\u021bi, vacan\u021be, glasuri, m\u00e2ini care ne-au \u021binut \u0219i ne-au ar\u0103tat drumul. Dar foarte rar \u0219tim data exact\u0103 \u00een care copil\u0103ria se \u00eencheie. Pentru cei mai mul\u021bi, aceast\u0103 desp\u0103r\u021bire este lent\u0103 \u0219i aproape imperceptibil\u0103. Se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 \u00een t\u0103cere, pe nesim\u021bite, f\u0103r\u0103 un anun\u021b oficial \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 o ultim\u0103 ceremonie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Uneori \u00eens\u0103, via\u021ba hot\u0103r\u0103\u0219te altfel. Exist\u0103 zile care \u00eenchid brutal o u\u0219\u0103 \u0219i ne oblig\u0103 s\u0103 p\u0103\u0219im, f\u0103r\u0103 preg\u0103tire, \u00eentr-o alt\u0103 v\u00e2rst\u0103. O singur\u0103 veste, o singur\u0103 absen\u021b\u0103, o singur\u0103 t\u0103cere poate transforma un om matur \u00eentr-un copil r\u0103t\u0103cit \u0219i, \u00een acela\u0219i timp, poate obliga acel copil s\u0103 devin\u0103 adult.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Din p\u0103cate, eu cunosc aceast\u0103 dat\u0103 cu exactitate: 15 mai 2011.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ziua \u00een care tata a l\u0103sat aceast\u0103 lume \u00een urm\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
P\u00e2n\u0103 atunci, de\u0219i aveam deja propriul meu copil, \u00een ad\u00e2ncul meu exista \u00eenc\u0103 un loc de refugiu. Cineva care, prin simpla lui prezen\u021b\u0103 \u2013 pentru c\u0103 pe final era doar o prezen\u021b\u0103- , \u021binea lumea \u00eentr-un echilibru tainic. C\u00e2t\u0103 vreme tata tr\u0103ia, puteam purta grijile maturit\u0103\u021bii f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 renun\u021b cu totul la sentimentul c\u0103 sunt (m\u0103car metaforic) protejat. O bun\u0103 bucat\u0103 de vreme am fost \u0219i tat\u0103l copilului meu, \u0219i copilul tatei. \u00cen aceast\u0103 dubl\u0103 ipostaz\u0103 se afla un fel de armonie. Eram o verig\u0103 \u00eentr-un lan\u021b al afec\u021biunii \u0219i al continuit\u0103\u021bii. D\u0103deam mai departe ceea ce primisem: r\u0103bdare, \u00eencredere, sfaturi, poate \u0219i t\u0103cerile lungi care spun mai mult dec\u00e2t un fluviu de cuvinte.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
C\u00e2nd tata a plecat, am r\u0103mas doar \u00een rolul celui care trebuie s\u0103 ofere sprijin, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 mai poat\u0103 cere, m\u0103car \u00een g\u00e2nd, o confirmare sau o \u00eencurajare. \u00cen ziua aceea am \u00een\u021beles c\u0103 maturitatea nu este o chestiune de v\u00e2rst\u0103, ci de prezen\u021be \u0219i absen\u021be. Pe 15 mai 2011 a disp\u0103rut ultimul loc \u00een care puteam r\u0103m\u00e2ne copil. Ast\u0103zi, c\u00e2nd m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc la tata, nu m\u0103 opresc la ziua \u00een care a plecat, ci \u0219i la to\u021bi anii \u00een care a fost prezent.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Exist\u0103 \u00een via\u021ba fiec\u0103ruia c\u00e2teva date care se a\u0219az\u0103 \u00een memorie cu greutatea unei mari victorii sau a unei \u00eenfr\u00e2ngeri dureroase. Le purt\u0103m cu noi f\u0103r\u0103 efort, ca pe ni\u0219te borne care ne \u00eempart existen\u021ba \u00een \u00eenainte \u0219i dup\u0103. Ziua na\u0219terii este, de obicei, prima dintre ele. Apoi vin alte repere. Fiecare dintre aceste momente…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":4927,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dedes.ro\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4926"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dedes.ro\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dedes.ro\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dedes.ro\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dedes.ro\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4926"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.dedes.ro\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4926\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4928,"href":"https:\/\/www.dedes.ro\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4926\/revisions\/4928"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dedes.ro\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4927"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dedes.ro\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4926"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dedes.ro\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4926"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dedes.ro\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4926"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}