(english version is available below)
на прошлой неделе в мире отмечали день отца. моя лента в инстаграме наполнилась фотографиями отцов и детей, а также словами о том, какую роль первые сыграли в жизни вторых. какие-то посты были воспоминаниями о детстве, какие-то - благодарностью тем мужчинам, с которыми автор воспитывает своих детей. я смотрела на все эти кадры и читала тексты под ними, ощущая радость и тепло внутри, а потом задумалась о том, что когда-то давно я бы отреагировала на все это совершенно иначе.
last week, people from all around the world celebrated father`s day. my instagram feed mostly consisted of phots of fathers and children as well as words about the roles that those fathers played in their children`s lives. some posts included recollections from childhood, others were expressions of gratitude to the men that their authors were raising their children with. i was observing these photographs and reading those texts, while joy and warm were filling me. and then i realized that i would react differently several years earlier.
last week, people from all around the world celebrated father`s day. my instagram feed mostly consisted of phots of fathers and children as well as words about the roles that those fathers played in their children`s lives. some posts included recollections from childhood, others were expressions of gratitude to the men that their authors were raising their children with. i was observing these photographs and reading those texts, while joy and warm were filling me. and then i realized that i would react differently several years earlier.
