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Sunday, January 18, 2009

Obama's Letter to His Daughters

When I read Obama's letter to his daughters this morning at here, it reminded me when I was a little child. My father was in the Navy and went around the world. He took study to Netherlands twice. He visited many countries and every country he went and had a chance to write a letter for me and my brother, He would do it. I collected all those letters from Australia, Europe countries, Africa, Middle East, and other Asia countries, especially the stamps (except America, he hadn't gone to US, now his daughter (me) lives in US, he, he...).

I read and read again his letters. As a child who got a letter from her father who was far away and seldom to meet him, was very touchable. He wrote some advices for us to study hard so we could be great persons like we wanted someday and be like him or more than him, etc. One thing I always remember that he called me, My daughter, a sweet girl, and called my brother, My Son, a black and sweet son. Yes, we both have different skin colors. I am like my Mom's skin, light, and my brother is like my father's skin (dark brown).

Everytime I read that part to my brother, he laughed. It is a pity I don't have all those letters and stamps anymore. I don't know where they are but I still remember at that time I tried to collect all of them. Although I don't have them anymore right now, but most of the advices, encourages he gave, have patterned in my mind. He is the one who has inspired me to be a successful person!!!!

Thank you, Dad!!!!

(It is also posted at The Daily Avocado Community, "Sujono's Letters to His Children")

Dear Malia and Sasha,

I know that you’ve both had a lot of fun these last two years on the campaign trail, going to picnics and parades and state fairs, eating all sorts of junk food your mother and I probably shouldn’t have let you have. But I also know that it hasn’t always been easy for you and Mom, and that as excited as you both are about that new puppy, it doesn’t make up for all the time we’ve been apart. I know how much I’ve missed these past two years, and today I want to tell you a little more about why I decided to take our family on this journey.

When I was a young man, I thought life was all about me—about how I’d make my way in the world, become successful, and get the things I want. But then the two of you came into my world with all your curiosity and mischief and those smiles that never fail to fill my heart and light up my day. And suddenly, all my big plans for myself didn’t seem so important anymore. I soon found that the greatest joy in my life was the joy I saw in yours. And I realized that my own life wouldn’t count for much unless I was able to ensure that you had every opportunity for happiness and fulfillment in yours. In the end, girls, that’s why I ran for President: because of what I want for you and for every child in this nation.

I want all our children to go to schools worthy of their potential—schools that challenge them, inspire them, and instill in them a sense of wonder about the world around them. I want them to have the chance to go to college—even if their parents aren’t rich. And I want them to get good jobs: jobs that pay well and give them benefits like health care, jobs that let them spend time with their own kids and retire with dignity.

I want us to push the boundaries of discovery so that you’ll live to see new technologies and inventions that improve our lives and make our planet cleaner and safer. And I want us to push our own human boundaries to reach beyond the divides of race and region, gender and religion that keep us from seeing the best in each other.

Sometimes we have to send our young men and women into war and other dangerous situations to protect our country—but when we do, I want to make sure that it is only for a very good reason, that we try our best to settle our differences with others peacefully, and that we do everything possible to keep our servicemen and women safe. And I want every child to understand that the blessings these brave Americans fight for are not free—that with the great privilege of being a citizen of this nation comes great responsibility.

That was the lesson your grandmother tried to teach me when I was your age, reading me the opening lines of the Declaration of Independence and telling me about the men and women who marched for equality because they believed those words put to paper two centuries ago should mean something.

She helped me understand that America is great not because it is perfect but because it can always be made better—and that the unfinished work of perfecting our union falls to each of us. It’s a charge we pass on to our children, coming closer with each new generation to what we know America should be.

I hope both of you will take up that work, righting the wrongs that you see and working to give others the chances you’ve had. Not just because you have an obligation to give something back to this country that has given our family so much—although you do have that obligation. But because you have an obligation to yourself. Because it is only when you hitch your wagon to something larger than yourself that you will realize your true potential.

These are the things I want for you—to grow up in a world with no limits on your dreams and no achievements beyond your reach, and to grow into compassionate, committed women who will help build that world. And I want every child to have the same chances to learn and dream and grow and thrive that you girls have. That’s why I’ve taken our family on this great adventure.

I am so proud of both of you. I love you more than you can ever know. And I am grateful every day for your patience, poise, grace, and humor as we prepare to start our new life together in the White House.

Love, Dad

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-G- 11:26 AM  

What a sweet memory, mbak Fida, make me think of my dad, i often wish that he is still around. I always sent me postcard whenever he went on a trip to other countries, and i still have them, i even collected all the birthday cards given by my parents and brothers, haha, yes i am very sentimental in that way.

Anyway.. have a great day and sweet memory!


Devita 7:21 AM  

That's such a wise letter. I never had that experience but I can feel it.

Fida Abbott 8:02 AM  

Hello G,

I am glad this posting has brought you to your sweet memories from your beloved father.

Thanks for your comment.

Best Regards

Fida Abbott 8:05 AM  

Dear Icha,

Yes, that was touchable moment I ever had.

One day he went home from Netherlands, even I didn't recognize him. He looked lighter and clean, chubby and had moustache. I run away, I thought he was a stranger who came to me. I was wrong, he was my Dad, ha, ha,...

sahala napitupulu 6:36 AM  

Dear Madame Fida,
Your posting reminds me when i was young man, 27 years ago. I was studied teater in Jakarta Institute of Arts while my Dad stayed in north Sumatera. I wrote some letter to my Dad, especially when I needed money. And then Dad send money by weselpost plus a letter. My Dad's letter wrote some advices and prayers for me. But when he had gone, I put our letters into his coffin, cause too emotional. What stupid I am, ha..ha..Now, I can't read the letters..Keep on writings madame. JBU.

Fida Abbott 10:03 AM  
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Fida Abbott 10:05 AM  

I think at that time what you did, it made you felt better, no matter what you think right now if it was such a stupid thing to do.

Thanks for your comment.

Regards from PA

Mariuca 8:37 AM  

WOW, that is indeed a powerful letter Fida! And this is a wonderful thank you post for ur Dad. Hugs! :):):)

Mariuca 8:37 AM  

I also wanna thank you for voting for Mariuca, thanks so much! Love and hugs. :):):)

Fida Abbott 11:44 AM  

You are very welcome, Mariuca.

Good Luck!!!

AmeyasA 2:45 PM  

ya ampun...
blog ku dikunjungi penulis....
makasi ya jeng...seneng banget aku.....
salam kenal dari aku ya....keep in touch ya hehehe....

Makasi mba....

best regard

Nb: tertarik scrapbook mba? yuk ikutan hehe
udh lama menulis mba? duh hebat banget sih....

Fida Abbott 8:54 AM  

Halo Mbak Emma,

Apa kabar? Senang dikunjungi oleh Mbak. He, he,...jadi kepincut sb stlh ngelihat Blognya Mbak Emma.

Ntar kalau pas mood, akan aku coba ber-sb.

Thanks ya atas kunjungan perdananya.



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