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February. 2005
Divorce means it’s not the same Kansas
James Pankratz
Special to Parenting
This time when 12-year-old Dorothy returned home from the land of Oz, she got quite a shock.

When she walked through that now famous door back into the familiar farmhouse, she found things had changed. The furniture had been replaced to suit someone else’s taste. Auntie Em was there all right, but who was that man sitting in Uncle Henry’s easy chair? Auntie Em stooped down to give her the bad news: “Uncle Henry and I are splittin’ up.” Dorothy shook her head in disbelief.

“ Where’s Zeke, Hunk and Hickory?” she cried.

“ The farmhands left with Uncle Henry. They’re all livin’ a couple miles down the road at the old Cooper place. You can visit them on weekends. From now on Clem will be working the farm for me.” Auntie Em smiled at the man nestled in the stuffed chair.

“ And one more thing, Dorothy. Clem here has allergies ... real bad. I’m afraid Toto will have to go.”

“ I hate you!” Dorothy screamed at Auntie Em and ran to her bedroom. She collapsed on her bed and sobbed. She begged the Good Witch Glinda to take her back to Oz. But no one came, except for a tall man standing in her doorway. It was Auntie Em’s new friend.

“ You go downstairs and apologize to your aunt this minute.” Dorothy covered her head with her arms. He stepped closer. “Do you hear me, young lady?”

Dorothy’s head shot up. “I don’t have to listen to you! You’re not my father. You’re not even my uncle. You’re nobody!”

Before he could react, Dorothy ran out of the farmhouse with Toto in hot pursuit.

She kept running, tears streaming down her cheeks. She felt like something bigger than the twister had torn up her life again. She never looked back until she came to the doorstep of the wagon of Professor Marvel.

The kindly old man heard the crying and put down the book he was reading to poke his head out the window.

“ My word, Dorothy, come in, come in!” he said as he opened the door.

When Dorothy sat down, Toto jumped into her lap. She hugged him tight.

“ What’s the matter?” asked the professor.

“ Can you get me back to Oz? I want to go back to Oz!” Dorothy demanded.

“ But there’s no place like home,” said the wise professor.

“ That’s just it. Home isn’t home now. Auntie Em and Uncle Henry are getting a divorce. And ever since Auntie Em has met her new friend, she’s acting like Miss Gulch!”

“ I heard that!” shouted Auntie Em, who was climbing up the stairs of the wagon with Clem. “I thought we’d find the disobedient youngster here. Come home now!”

“ Just a minute. Everyone sit down,” said Professor Marvel. “I’ve got a few things to say.” Suddenly Professor Marvel spoke with authority and surprised the family.

“ Em and Clem, I don’t believe this is a problem that can be solved through time outs and groundings. It can’t be solved just by discipline. The problem is loss.

“ First, Dorothy lost her folks, and now the only real parents she’s ever known are getting a divorce. Can you try to look at this from Dorothy’s point of view? What’s she losing?”

“ A lot of things, I suppose,” said Auntie Em. “Security, Uncle Henry’s bedtime stories, the familiar routine ... and Toto.” Auntie Em looked at Dorothy.

“ When people lose what and who is important to them, they go through stages of grief, like denial, anger, bargaining, and depression. One day after a long journey they might get to acceptance. You and Clem have the right to get together, Em, but Dorothy has the right to feel the way she does about it. For her it feels like a loss, not a gain. And you’d be wise, Clem, to act like a friend to her, not a disciplinarian.”

“ I didn’t know you were a professor of psychology,” said Clem.

Dorothy hugged Professor Marvel. “Thank you, professor. Now if I click my ruby slippers together and wish real hard, can you fix it so that Auntie Em and Uncle Henry are back together again?”

The professor took her hands. “I’m a professor, not a wizard, Dorothy. We’re all going to have to find a way to live in Kansas.”

(Pankratz is a marriage and family therapist at Catholic Charities Milwaukee regional office.)

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