April 10, 2024

What about me?

by Rod Smith

I have the writer’s permission – for which I am most grateful – to print this letter, one which touched me deeply for the deep losses the woman faced. I am grateful the “adoption process” has undergone many necessary modifications making this scenario extreme and unique. Thank you, dear writer, your letter may assist others to also speak up. 

Dear Rod: 

I have just read your article about Mothers who gave up their babies for adoption.  My heart bleeds for such mothers.  

I’m so sorry. 

But what about me?  

I was adopted. I am also so sad and heartsore that I never was given the opportunity to meet my Mother.

Let me tell you my story…..

I was given away as a two-week-old baby to an old Afrikaans couple.  I am 77 years now and have never forgotten the hardships I endured, day after day.  She was a disturbed, neurotic woman. Religion was her obsession and he was an alcoholic. 

I was beaten relentlessly with a stick, plank or by physical force. Slaps in the face was a common occurrence for any minor misdemeanor or suggestion. Never was I ever told that I was loved. Never was I loved, sympathized with if I was injured as all kids suffer minor accidents. I instead was sworn and cursed at and threatened that I would be given back to the orphanage if I didn’t behave.  I was blamed for anything that went wrong even if a light bulb fused. I was not a bad child. I studied hard at school and was well behaved.

Nobody told me that I was adopted whilst I was young and I only got confirmation of that in my late teens, but believe you me, I just knew that I was adopted and always wondered why did my Mother give me away?  

I knew there had to be a valid reason.

My adopted Father in a drunken stupor tried to kill me when I was 5 years old.  I got a big hiding for that, as if it was my fault. 

When I was 16 years old he tried to rape me several times.  But I fought back each time.  Why I never told any of my teachers I never knew.  I thought at that time it was my fault. 

I missed my Mother so much and always thought how wonderful it would be to meet her and always dreamt about her coming to fetch me from this hell hole.  

But sadly, it never happened.  

In my early thirties I could then afford to hire an agency to look for her. The Department of Adoption (or Welfare, I think it was called) gave me her name but was advised that she had passed away in her early forties. 

I was devastated and heartsore that I had never looked for her earlier in my life.  

I investigated her family and met her brother who told me that she was 16 years old when she was pregnant. Her Mother from a staunch Afrikaans background, forced her to give me up for adoption as it was a skande (SCANDAL) on the family name.  

He told me that once a year on my birthday, she would lock herself in her room and just sob and sob.  

How sad is that?  

I was also given the details of the man who was supposed to be my father. I met him and he clearly remembered my Mother very well and was shocked to hear that she had a baby. We had a blood test done and it was told to us that out of a very low percentage of men in Kwa Zulu Natal who could be my father, he fell within that category.  

That was a small bonus for me.

Adoption is a very sad part of life. 

Sometimes you are given to wonderful parents and sometimes to terrible parents.  

I do believe that for at least 5 years Social workers should stay connected with the adoptee. 

To the Mothers who gave up their babies, I feel for you with my whole heart and soul. 

I cry for you. 

I too would like to attend the lunch and would gladly be a guest speaker to all the Mom’s who gave up their babies. 

This is a wonderful service you are offering to the Mothers who gave their babies away. I applaud you.

God Bless you all.

NAME WITHHELD BY REQUEST 

April 5, 2024

Mothers Ignored and an invitation

by Rod Smith

A few years back my sons and I attended a Birth Mother’s Day Dinner with about 19 brave birth moms, women who’d chosen to place their babies for adoption.

They lit candles.

Some held treasured ear-marked photographs.

There was talk about their love and support of all moms everywhere who have made the powerful choice of adoption.

All were deeply contemplative – for a few, memories from hard choices made 50-plus years ago were revisited.

A few women remained silent, holding tightly to affirmed, supported anonymity.

Mothers who have chosen adoption for their babies are often ignored on Mothers Day.

And, how their hearts must surely ache.

May 12, 2024, several nations, including South Africa, will celebrate Mothers Day and an unseen army of brave women will quietly witness other families rightfully celebrating Mothers Day and find no place at the tables with the children whom they generously offered to families eager to love their babies.

I admit, my awareness of birth mothers is acute.

These women, often shamed, labeled as irresponsible, hard, or uncaring, have radically shifted my life. Each of my boys’ mothers fought untold difficulties – unknown to me – while carrying her child to full term, in full knowledge other options existed.

Despite abandonment, derision from family members, financial difficulties, and who knows what other pressures, each delivered a beautiful baby and made the hard choice to forever enrich my life by allowing me, a single man, to adopt her infant son.

I know you are not forgotten – not on Mothers Day weekend or any other day.

You are so deeply etched into their individual psyches and into our family experience that you are regularly part of our awareness and conversation.

So deep is their desire for you, so deep is the urge for a mother that my boys sometimes called me “mom”.

I have never stopped them. I let it go because I think I know what it’s about.

It’s a primal urge.

It expresses a heartfelt longing.

To stop them, when each was learning to talk, seemed unwise, as if I were stopping something deep, powerful within each.

“Mama” or “mom” and even “mother” seemed to come as easily as rolling over, as cooing, as first steps, and as all those things that come with early development – and so I let it go.

It was as if “mother” and all forms of Her names were buried within each boy to emerge and be attached to the nearest, warmest person no matter what his or her gender.

Yes, the woman waiting your table at your Mothers Day lunch, the teacher whom your child adores, the woman co-worker who goes silent for no identifiable reason or who appears to be sometimes lost in another world when the conversation turns to babies or showers or Mother’s Day, just may be a member of that unseen army of birth-mothers. She may be one of the gracious, brave women who have made Mother’s Day complete for countless women around the world and given a man like me the unique pleasure of sometimes being called “mom.”

I ache for the millions of women whose Mothers Day is tainted with shame, loneliness, disconnection, for having made the tough choice for adoption.

If that’s you or almost you, and are in KZN, and your adoption was recent or decades ago, I have an invitation for you.

Please join me for lunch or an early dinner on May 11, 2024 – yes, the day before Mothers Day is referred to as Birth Mothers Day.

Come alone or bring a friend. I shall speak briefly, simply to thank you and honor your bravery.

Expenses for your lunch will be fully covered – I have already received several financial gifts to cover costs.

The venue will be beautiful and private and safe —- details are unfolding.

Please email Shirley@ShirleyWilliams.co.za so we can get you — and a friend — onto the list and get details to you as they unfold.

Generous readers, restaurateurs, sponsors, gift bag creators, please email Shirley you’d like to pay for a meal or sponsor a table or assist in any manner.

Closing note.

I know this is a tough invitation, Birth Mom.

But, you have already demonstrated your strength.

Join me, please.

[if you’re in the USA and want to give, all gifts are tax deductible— contact me and I’ll guide you through the easy process of giving to OpenHand International, a 501C3 corporation]

One of my favorite photos of Nate!

April 3, 2024

Questions

by Rod Smith

When push comes to shove you and I have to decide:

– What kind of people do we want to be? 

Our everyday responses to the most casual and humdrum interactions embody our answer to this question. How we treat those we serve and those who serve us is our character the litmus test. No exceptions.

– How will we manage our responses to challenging and tough situations? 

Our responses and reactions when things do not go our way reveal much more about us than how we respond and behave when matters move in our favor. How we lose is more revealing of our character than how we win.

How will we allow immediate events and relationships to impact the future? 

Who we bond with, and who we sever from, over issues large or small, important or petty, become moments of trajectory shift. Taken lightly, we may end up far removed from our initial goals.

– Will we take responsibility for ourselves or settle for blame and finger-pointing?

It’s easy to blame the government, the economy, changes in society for the way we are. A brief look around will reveal that there are very successful people who have found success in the very same contexts we share. These men and women prove that blame and finger-pointing will get us nowhere worth going. 

April 1, 2024

Searching

by Rod Smith

Everyone, it appears to me, is looking for someone or for something,  some experience to re-live, something to either re-do, or undo, some event in the past, a journey to shed some shame or re-light the limelight. 

I see it in my travels, during brief interactions I’ll enjoy with strangers when they may allow themselves unplanned moments to be distracted and untethered from cell phones.

“Retracing my steps,” said a young man at a table in a coffee shop – neither of us in our home countries – when he had no option but to chat. His phone had “died” and he needed the power outlet behind my seat. “Visiting the places I went with my dad before he died.”    

My empathy immediately rose: one so young already searching.

“We are going back to the UK to show my son where his grandfather was born,” said a woman a few seats from me on a largely empty plane.

I held back on suggesting the journey was really hers given the child was at least 4-years-old and it was surely not his suggestion that brought them to this brief encounter.  

I see and feel it in myself.  

Have you noticed this within you, too?

Chicago 4/1/24
April 1, 2024

Easter 2024

by Rod Smith

My sermon as preached in Gary, Indiana. 3/31/2024

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March 27, 2024

Essential human drives

by Rod Smith

The desire for AUTONOMY is a powerful instinct within you. It is the craving to be self-directed and separate. It is the “you” who wants to be free of all ties, all responsibilities. It is the “you” that fears absorption; the “you” who wants to let your hair blow in the wind, feel the sun on your back and live a carefree life. This is the lone-ranger and pioneer spirit within you. This desire is a necessary part of your survival and growth – don’t reject it. 

The desire for INTIMACY is a powerful instinct within you. It is the craving to be close and connected. It is the “you” that wants to belong, be known and be part of a family, a team. It is the “you” that fears abandonment and desertion; the you who longs for a unified journey with others, the you that wakes up at night and wonders with horror, what it would be like to be totally alone. This is the nest-making part of you, the part who longs for a shared life. This desire is a necessary part of your survival and growth – don’t reject it. 

Healthy adults acknowledge these desires in themselves, and then in others – and never feed the one at the ruin of the other. This is wisdom!

March 27, 2024

Faith traditions

by Rod Smith

When weekday mornings roll around the validity of whatever form of worship we participate in on the weekend is tested. 

Synagogue, temple, church, wide-open spaces; conservative, modern, orthodox, mainline, fire and brimstone, or new age, our religious and faith traditions are tested for the rest of the week. 

We can sing and dance all we desire and then nullify its validity with gossip and cheating. 

Piousness is easy to fake. 

It’s tax returns that challenge our respect for what’s good and right and wholesome.

Are you kind, merciful, generous and forgiving?

I’d suggest these are pivotal values in all faith and religious traditions. 

Does your weekend faith tradition translate into open and honest trading and communicating with those who are “outside” your religious family? Are you open and kind and forgiving to your blood relatives? 

Again, pivotal concepts in all traditions. 

Be assured, I ask myself these questions, very regularly. There are times I wish I was a little more ready to let myself off the hook. 

Hypocrisy doesn’t sit easily with me — especially when it is I who is the hypocrite. 

Thank you to the people who have already responded to my request for help with the Birth Mothers Acknowledgement Dinner. Please email Shirley@ShirleyWilliams.co.za for more information. 

March 26, 2024

Birth Mothers Day……

by Rod Smith

Soon several nations, including South Africa, will celebrate Mothers Day. 

In affluent areas restaurants will have table reservations for several generations of mothers. In modest settings a bowl of flowers may be arranged for mom.

As a dad to adopted sons I ache for the millions of women (and who sometimes sit silent at the same tables) whose Mothers Day is tainted with shame, loneliness, disconnection, for having made the tough choice for adoption. 

Many women have expressed Mothers Day is not for them, that it’s among the most painful days they endure. 

If that’s you or almost you, and are in KZN, and your adoption was recent or decades ago, I have an invitation for you:

Please join me for lunch or an early dinner on May 11, 2024. Come alone of bring a friend. Expenses for your lunch will be fully covered. The venue will be beautiful and private and safe —- details still unfolding. 

Please email Shirley@ShirleyWilliams.co.za so we can get you — and a friend — onto the list and get details to you as they unfold. 

Happy Birth Mothers Day, brave woman. 

Generous readers, restaurateurs, sponsors, gift bag creators, please email Shirley you’d like to pay for a meal or sponsor a table or assist in any manner.

What will you get out of it? 

Nothing but the joy of knowing you did it. 

March 24, 2024

Easter Challenge Unchanged

by Rod Smith

A little headstart for NEXT Sunday — as published previously in The Indianapolis Star……… pastors in preparation….. you’re welcome. No acknowledgment sought or required:

Easter’s Challenge Remains

Buy it or not, the New Testament’s account of what occurred over what we call Easter, two millennia ago, is dramatic. It is at least as dramatic as the Christmas story with the baby, the crib and the procession of worshippers who came to greet the Christ child.

Easter places the baby – now a guileless but powerful miracle-performing 33-year-old man – on the executioner’s cross, the the electric chair, the hangman’s noose of the day.

There’s every element of drama in the brutal saga that unfolds. Love, betrayal and denial. Unprecedented cooperation between superpowers of government and temple.

This man, who says he is God’s son, is paraded before the rich and powerful, then mocked and scorned. At the zenith of his need, a friend walks away, claiming Jesus to be a stranger to him.

Then, he who healed the masses and raised the dead is himself dragged through the city for public humiliation and execution.

His death on “Good” Friday is grueling and gruesome.

Yet, at the moment of his greatest pain, he considers his mother and makes plans for her care. He provides comfort to a common criminal also facing public execution. While fixed to the cross with nails through his limbs, he prays forgiveness upon his executioners, then yells out in pain because the God and Father he has loved since before the beginning of time is absent, has abandoned him. He breathes a final breath, and it is finished.

On the Saturday, his followers confront the reality of his death, the death of their dream and the end of a shared vision. Men and women who had ventured all on his behalf are now abandoned, leaderless. They have lost all. They who had forsaken all are now the forsaken. The leader of the sometimes unruly and diverse mob is dead, entombed with the door to the tomb sealed shut with a rock of considerable size.

Sunday comes and the tomb is open and empty.

A crucified man is up and walking.

He appears suddenly here and there presenting himself, sometimes in private to individuals and also to masses of people. Within days, he’s making breakfast on a beach, calling the one who ran away from him and denied him to join him for a meal that he has already prepared, having made the fire himself.

What landed Jesus in trouble was that he lived a life that supported and endorsed his claims.

His life, not only his words and his teaching, challenged the ruling religious order. Few religions enjoy being challenged, let alone do they tolerate when a person making the challenge so completely “walks the talk.”

My faith doesn’t land me in hot water like Jesus’ faith did for him. This is not because I am not sometimes zealous about my faith, but because I am a hypocrite. I am not always who I say I am. I’m often not myself. I often fail to display integrity.

Jesus was always who he claimed to be.

He was thoroughly authentic, and it was this authenticity, this integrity, that angered people and upset governing powers. It rocked the status quo at places of worship and made him a sufficient threat so that his critics would take his life in the most barbaric manner their righteous minds could conceive.

The world can deal with my claims about myself.

They are as fragile and empty as most people’s claims about themselves.

Most of us, zealous or not, can tolerate the dreams of the guy next door.

But it was not empty claims that got Jesus in trouble. Many had come claiming to know, be, or represent God.

His life, his deeds gave profound evidence to the fact that he was who he said he was. It was this that authorities could not stomach.

At every Easter, we are each challenged to take the time to answer the question posed by Jesus to his outspoken friend: “Who do you say that I am?”

Batu Ferringhi, Malaysia
March 23, 2024

Things no one says….

by Rod Smith

Words (sentiments) I’ve never heard uttered in decades of counseling, marrying, burying, teaching, traveling, hearing confessions, and responding to groups large and small in 50+ nations…..

“I started saving too early. Managing accumulated resources is tough. It’s an  uphill battle trying to dig myself out of wealth.”

“I wish I’d held more grudges. My life is meaningless without bitterness and blame.”

“I laughed too much. I’ve been too generous; given too much away. Spent too much time outdoors.”

“I read too many books.”

“I settled too many differences and have given  the benefit of the doubt to too many people.”

“When people have betrayed me I used it to learn about love, forgiveness, grace.”

“I spent too much time investing in others.”

“I wish I had more stuff to fill a few more plastic tubs in my storage units.”

“I’m glad I rejected people who disagreed with me, who lived in ways I labeled unbiblical — especially family.”

“Regretfully, my spouse and I kept our marriage vows until death did us part.”

“I discovered google too late in life.”

“People see me as a softie.”

“I spent whole days without using my cellphone.”

“I affirmed my children and told them I loved them much too often. I should have withheld my love and focused more on their faults.”

A work I often recommend to motivated clients.