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Tales Of An Educated Debutante

on life, loss and the joy that rules the day.


 




 
The future is far away and scary, but today is lovely.

Adrian H. Wood, PhD


What Does He Call You?

Saturday, January 14, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (1)
What Does He Call You?

The simplest question, yet for the sister of a special needs little boy, quite a tricky one. Of course, the question was asked innocently by my daughter's young friend and I, interested to hear how she would answer, turned my ear to the conversation. I heard silence. To cover the quiet, I erred and spoke for her, "he calls her, MOVE!" It was meant to be a joke as three year old Amos does love to say that when his overly affectionate sister dominates hispersonal space for a moment too lo ..

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Lessons

Friday, January 13, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (3)
Lessons

Choosing joy means keeping tabs of when it found you and yours. These are the lessons that captured my heart this year and are quite difficult to articulate. 1. This year was the year I realized how much I count on my family. To be surrounded by my cheerleaders, begrudging little ones at times, has been the straw for me as the camel. 2. This year was the year I realized I had a village. It is a village of those from near and far and they have made seeking answers for Amos a pos ..

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Daddy

Thursday, January 12, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (2)
Daddy

It's not easy, this thing called being a daddy. I watch from amazingly close proximity and I wonder what it's like to love the children that traveled in another's womb and suckled at her breasts. Of course, that phenomena of love is nothing new, but I must dare to marvel at its' wonderment. I've never experienced that kind of sacrificial love that is born without the strong bestowing bond of relationship. Love that chooses must be even greater than my own and to watch my husband, i ..

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He Finally Hugged Me

Wednesday, January 11, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (4)
He Finally Hugged Me

He did. He hugged her. In a moment of reprise perhaps, but it was a hug, an exertion of physical touch from the tow headed boy to his older sister. It is she who longs to hold the key to his heart, though he has been reluctant to gift it to the sister that is far too needy in her affection. On this day, they ran on the green in front of the old courthouse and he chased and captured her, again and again. He ran fast for him and she would fall and await his embrace. Perhaps  ..

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We Meet Again

Tuesday, January 10, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (1)
We Meet Again

Kamal. It has been nearly a year since our chance encounter last winter. It was a cold winter day at Raleigh-Durham International Airport when I met the man with kind eyes, nearly my own age, asking to help with our luggage. My husband had gone to get the car and though my older children were quite skilled in hauling suitcases, there was something that made me reconsider my initial no and seek him out for a yes. Kamal. Originally from Egypt. A student at NC State in Engineering and ..

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Amos & His Family

Monday, January 09, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Amos & His Family

My name is Amos. I am three years old. I have two big brothers and one big sister. I guess that makes me the baby of the family, but my mom says I'm a big boy now. She told daddy that I have lots of new tricks. Her favorite is when I surprise her with a kiss. I have been singing a lot and she always knows what the song is, even though it's really humming. Twinkle twinkle, ABC, One Little Finger, I love those songs I have been hearing at my school. I p ..

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Amos & The Beach

Monday, January 09, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Amos & The Beach

My name is Amos. The beach is my good place. I am happy as a clam wallowing in the sand. I play with my big trains and the shells my sister finds for me. I like to run in and out of the water. I like to chase my brothers and sister. I do not like icky moon jellies. I can't go to the beach and not ask for ice cream. My mom says that's my idea of peas and carrots. I don't like peas and carrots, but I do like a nutty buddy on the sandbar. I a ..

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Only A Mother

Monday, January 09, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Only A Mother

Last night I woke up with acid reflux from red wine and a hamburger and as I tried to quietly dig through bathroom drawers, she popped right up. Only a mother. Though I had scared the you know what out of her, she offered immediately to take me to CVS even though it was 2:30am. Only a mother. Barefoot and in our pajamas, we rode the golf cart three blocks and she handed me her credit card and specific instructions for 150mg, not cool mint. Only a mother. I realized to ..

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Unexpected Fun

Monday, January 09, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (4)
Unexpected Fun

Today was one of those days where life felt easy. Before Amos, I had no idea that special needs could possibly infiltrate so many aspects of life. Much like having a newborn, plans in our house always consider the needs of Amos and the needs or wants of the rest of our family. Amos is three years old now, but dinners out, a walk, a school performance or soccer game, all require a discussion and contemplation. Sometimes though, things go better than expected and life is simple agai ..

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Amos & The Sled

Monday, January 09, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Amos & The Sled

My name is Amos. I have a red sled. My mom bought it when she was having her first baby, my big brother Thomas. I had no idea sledding would be so fun. I rode down a big hill with Thomas, Russell and Blair. We fell off and I didn't cry, I laughed. Mommy said you could have knocked her over with a feather. She was shocked. I don't know why. I like new things. It wasn't that cold in my snowsuit. My mittens were annoying, but I wore them  ..

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