Jana Rich: Remembering Our Mothers

Rubrika: Publicistika – Historie


Today is Mother’s Day and many of us visit our mothers, mothers-in-law, grandmothers … to spend more precious time with them and celebrate their motherhood before these moments only become distant memories. Jana Reichova, a well known Czech author of articles in the magazine Pozitivni Noviny that lives in Australia, wrote a cute story about her mother. We believe it still applies to many of us around the world: 
We just had Christmas recently. No, it was Easter. Simply put, time flies and man is not able to keep track of it. However, there is a date, or rather a date in May on Sunday, which we can not Foto maminky 1978overlook. This year this date is the tenth of May and it will be the second Sunday of the month, Mother’s Day. In our family, we celebrated Mother’s Day but we ignored “International Women’s Day.” We just did not accept this communist substitute for Mother’s Day. 
It was, however, my father, who even when I was little, bought something for me that I would give to my mother. Later, my younger sister Renatka would go shopping with us. Of course, we also went to cemeteries with flowers for our grandmothers. I can still remember my father’s mommy very well; she died when I was seven years old. I could not have meet my second grandmother; my mother orphaned when she was 16 years old. She lived in Prague alone and her closest relatives lived in Plzen (a town in the Czech Republic west of Prague).
My mother told me that when she was already an orphan, she found a poem in a newspaper about mothers. She cut it out and put it in her diary, and when I was allowed to look through her old diaries, I would always find it there. 
Then, in this unworthy year 1968, I left the Czech Republic with my husband and our six-year-old son. It took six years before my mother was able to visit us. I think, I did not fully realize, what this trip meant for her. She had never flown in an aircraft and did not speak a word of English. After many years I realized that this infinite love of a parent supported her during this journey. 
When she was allowed to fly again, I was already an anchor for the Czech broadcasting in Sydney. Comrades of the StB (Czech secret police) called for my mother to remind her about  the nasty work I was doing in Australia against the Socialist Republic. They told my mother that it was her obligation to arrange my return back home and that they would call her again to inquire about the results. Poor mother thought of that interview throughout the whole time of her visit. The comrades never called her again, but they certainly felt that malicious joy about how they spoiled her visit.
Well, I will return back to Mother’s Day, but not quite. 


And I can also add what she wrote to me in her diary. It does not matter how old we are, we will always miss our moms. 


“Mother is the dearest treasure. Others may love you, but only your mother really knows you. She works for you, looks after you, loves you, forgives you for everything that you do. After all, she understands you and harms you only once: when she dies and leaves you.”
My dear Czech mother wrote me once to this distant world: “Girl, I will always be with you. When you remember, what I have led you in, what I taught you.”
Jana Rich (mother, grandmother and great-grandmother)
My mother and I had never spoken about that poem from the newspaper, but when I flew to Prague in 1995 to say goodbye to her, my sister and I came across the poem again. It was still pasted in her diary. So for all of you readers, who have mothers far away or already in some distant world, I attached a copy of the poem from an unknown author from some newspaper in Prague. 

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Překlad: Daniela Olszová

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Tento článek byl v Pozitivních novinách poprvé publikován 10. 05. 2009.