Archive for July 28th, 2009

July 28, 2009

Where are the Smiths and what are they doing?

by Rod Smith

Arizona

Arizona

As I write today I am a kilometer or two from an obscure town named Christopher Creek, Arizona and, like I remember from growing up in Durban, the temperatures are soaring. It feels like summer in Durban. Although I’ve not seen it myself, and nor have needed to do it, I am told some people have to open car doors using oven mitts! It’s hot, it’s dry, and it is heaven for me.

My task here at this rustic campsite is to address about 60 inner-city children aged 11 to 14 who come from a poor neighborhood in nearby Phoenix. These children, almost exclusively Hispanic, are fluent in English and Spanish.

As a natural product of their warm and caring ways, they have embraced my children and me in a manner that could teach much to some far “better off” people I have encountered around the world. While most of the children have never left their immediate neighborhood in Phoenix, and couldn’t be more unaware of the larger world, nor have any inclination of what it might be like to come from South Africa, their immediate inclusion of the Smiths into their circle of friendship could teach some churches, gosh, even the United Nations, a thing or two.

July 28, 2009

Our blended family is working….

by Rod Smith

Take up your life

Take up your life

I regularly receive very encouraging mail from men and women who have worked hard, sometimes employing a thought or principle read in this column, to become as happy and productive as possible with their family. Here’s one I received today:

“I am part of a blended family and have been for 17 months. After doing a lot of reading (and with some help from Rod) about coping with issues in our family, we have settled into a wonderful life. I have realised now how very blessed my boyfriend and I are in that we have achieved something so amazing in a short space of time. We are not without our problems like most families but they are small, normal, and easily solved. We have thrown five children into the mix. They fight like cat and dog but also love each other dearly and refer to each other as brothers and sisters. They protect each other and stand by each other and sometimes do unite against my boyfriend and me. So, for those of you in blended families, they can work and bring so much love and joy to everyone in them.”

July 28, 2009

A non-aggressive letter….!

by Rod Smith

“I am stuck in a verbally, mentally, financially, and physically abusive marriage for 28 years.The second and last born of my kids, together with their dad, condone and encourage each others bad behaviour towards me (their dad rewards their behaviour with money and goodies). We do not communicate at all. I feel helpless when I rebuff their behaviour without support. My eldest son is working and still lives rent free at home (paying off all his student loans). I have worked for the past 30 years. I single-handed educated two eldest and still have little 11 year old strong-willed boy. I purchased the town house, furnished it and bought the car which my husband uses for work,while I use our crumbling public transport system. I am financially crippled. Please assist with some points to use as I plan to write him a non-aggressive letter.”

Midwest, USA

Midwest, USA

Forget the letter. You determine your financial and emotional future. Take back your power and with it your home and car. Have a supportive person present when you tell your family how you will allow them to treat you, with the option that, if they don’t, they are free to leave. Freedom is a gift that shouldn’t be given away to anyone.

ACT, Australia

ACT, Australia

You must have a deep resiliency to come 28 years with a man who abuses you and encourages your sons to totally disrespect you. A non-aggressive letter isn’t going to do much good from the way you describe your household.

You need to do some very drastic changes if you want to have things happen for the better. Someone said that ‘Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result.’ I would encourage you to consider respecting yourself and valuing the energy and stamina that you have invested in this family. You aren’t doing them any favours by giving in to their treatment of you.

I would encourage you to seek professional help to create a change in you, in them and in your home.

Scotland

Scotland

Your sons have seen their father treat you badly and it seems they want to play the same game. It will take great courage and perseverance from you to change the rules. They will continue this way unless you change. Before writing to them or talking with them you should decide what you will tolerate and what you will not tolerate, what you expect of them, and how they need to contribute to the running of the home. You need to be very sure what you will do if they will not accept your stand, as they are likely to resist change; change is hard. One of the most helpful things you could do however is to start esteeming and loving yourself. Work on you. What is good about you and worth respecting?

India

India

The situation you find yourself in has more to do with you than it does for your husband and sons. As an individual, you always have the freedom of choice to create the necessary positive and healthy changes that can only start with you. If you continue to allow your significant others to trample all over you, you really have no one but yourself to blame. If you can conjure up the faith, courage, strength, and dignity every woman in this world could possess, I can almost guarantee that you will become a person of sound mind, respect, security, and happiness. Be bold and be strong!

July 28, 2009

Love knocks…

by Rod Smith

Now 11

Now 11

On the first two or three days Thulani was home from the hospital I got separate visits from two real Christian women.

“I want you to know I don’t support your decision to adopt a baby,” said the one.

“Don’t you think we should find him a real family? There’s still time,” said the other.

In their defense, which I was blind to at that point, I should have recognized their legitimate concerns. It’s not that I’d demonstrated an overly nurturing persona, nor had there been any suggestion that I was looking to adopt (because I wasn’t). But the visits were invasive. I was not appealing to either of these women for help, permission, or guidance – and neither was, at best, more than an acquaintance.

It makes me think of the woman I ran into somewhere and much later (I really do forget where and when) who suddenly burst out, quite vehemently, having picked up pieces of our story: “You might have had these boys as babies all by yourself, but let me tell you this, you have never breast fed a baby and you’ll never know that joy.”

Before I could affirm her observation she was gone.