MOTHERHOODS MATTER

In November 1899, Raden Ajeng Kartini wrote this in one of her letters to Holland about her father:

“Father knows everything that goes on in our hearts. Father does not tell us so, yet I am certain of it. Now and then Papa tells one or the other of us precisely what we have been thinking; something that we had kept to ourselves and never told to any one. It is without doubt, because Father loves us so much, and we so love him. Every now and then he discovers something, and lays it bare, that had been in the bottom of my heart, and of which I had thought no one except myself had the slightest idea. Does not that show true kinship of soul?”

In the same letter Kartini wrote this about her mother:

“O little Mother, dearest Mevrouwtje, I wish that you were back with us. Your daughters miss you so much. We long for the pleasant days that we spent with you to come again: the splendid times that we used to have in your dear little sitting-room, where you would read to us from great books, and where we spoke of so much, the memory of which shall always remain with us. I miss the intimate talks with you, when I used to tell my dear little mother all the rebellious thoughts that came into my head, and laid bare the feelings of my restless heart. When I was in a rebellious mood, I had but to see the love light in your face, and I was again the happy, careless child, that, in overflowing good spirits, could sing: “Whatever Heaven to me shall send, I’ll set my shoulders bravely under.” “

One of the foundations of Kartini’s greatness was her love for her parents.

Lest we forget: without family life, we are nothing.

Geoff Fox, 11th November, (Remembrance Day), 2024

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