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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


Grieving A Diagnosis

Friday, March 31, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (6)
Grieving A Diagnosis

I had no idea it would feel like this, no relief, no weight lifted, just heavy debilitating grief amongst the real smiling and laughing that travels instinctively with a parcel of annoying children. Real life is messy and it doesn't take pause for any of us, not even mamas grieving a diagnosis for the little people they call their own. No amount of wishing can turn back the clock to life before. Had I known how easy I had it? Mothering is marked by a grand perspective of hindsight and t ..

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Today

Thursday, March 30, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (4)
Today

Today was the first time I have taken a cab to a doctor's appointment in a great big city. Today was the first time I got to really know the heart of a genetics researcher and as my son noted as being quite significant, the first person we have met to go to the national spelling bee. Today was the first time I saw a neurologist kneel done to speak to Amos after coming to fetch us herself from the waiting room. Today was the first time I heard the word autism and trusted the ..

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Ten Myths about Children with Special Needs

Monday, March 13, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Ten Myths about Children with Special Needs

1. They are always happy. I have yet to meet someone who is always content. 2. They are no different than anyone else. They are not so different, not in the ways I thought before I called myself a special needs parent. 3. They are different than everyone else. They are really different, every tiny thing is different about them and with them and for them. 4. They are gifts. Gifts. So tricky. All are children are gifts and special needs children bequeath so many gif ..

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Muddy Feet

Sunday, March 12, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Muddy Feet

My name is Amos. I have a way of finding a mud puddle. As soon as my mom looks away, I make a beeline. "Ohhhhhh, Amos," she says. What? I don't know why it bothers her. It's not her feet that are sloshing around in church shoes. It doesn't bother me a bit. Well, maybe a teensy amount. I do like when my mom pretends to scold me though. She's such a faker. Love, Amos ..

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Ten Truths About Special Needs Families

Saturday, March 11, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (1)
Ten Truths About Special Needs Families

1. We wouldn't trade our life for anyone else's. It's true. We really wouldn't, though maybe neither would most families. The difference is I may have wondered if that was true of those with special needs designation and so I tell you, we are happy. 2. Our life is very different from yours. I have a hard time remembering what filled my thoughts and time before Amos. Regular life, I guess, the fun and the annoying, though hindsight seems so simple. 3. We are worn out.  ..

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Wondering

Friday, March 10, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Wondering

My people, my little people, they wonder. I'm sure I'm often unaware of the thoughts that touch their inquisitive minds and sensitive souls, but I exert an effort to be vigilant in my listening, just in case an opportunity quietly arises to have a meaningful conversation about something real. It's nice to not always be the one from whom the hard stuff originates, the predictable doomsday mother. No, I much prefer it when a thoughtful exchange falls in my lap though more often than not,  ..

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The Woman & The Girl

Thursday, March 09, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (1)
The Woman & The Girl

The woman and the girl. They both have climbed barefoot in the magnolia tree of which they are standing beneath, yet eighty years between the birth of their souls. The woman and the girl. They stand at opposite ends of life's spectrum, the girl is a blank canvas just beginning her path, and the woman has been gifted broad perspective from her travels much further down the road. The woman and the girl. They are old friends, the two of them, and the woman tells the girl the s ..

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Ten Reasons I Must Start Exercising Again

Wednesday, March 08, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (1)
Ten Reasons I Must Start Exercising Again

1. I am sick and tired of my daughter asking me if I'm having another baby. Particularly in front of people at church. 2. Warm weather is coming. I can't hide in my maternityesque shirts much longer. 3. Living in a lovely town on the water means that, before too long, we shall be living in a giant terrarium. One may very well collapse if still wearing forgiving spandex jeans. 4. I am unhealthy. Seriously, I quit smoking well over a year ago and the least I ca ..

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Black People Are Mean

Tuesday, March 07, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Black People Are Mean

Children and race. It's not a subject that I am terribly anxious to tackle, but revealing truth is not truthful if only shared when convenient. I grew up in eastern NC and attended private school. The school was 99% lily white and so, I had little to no exposure to minorities in terms of race. My neighborhood and church also singular in race and the only two people of color that I knew, and quite adored, worked for my family, Clavon and Mr. Smith. Religious differences? Two  ..

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He Kissed Me

Tuesday, March 07, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (6)
He Kissed Me

He's the last boy that shall steal my heart. He's just three years old, not much of a talker, his blond hair is long and shaggy as his mother dreads haircut shenanigans. His eyes are sea green blue and should be behind glasses, but he's strong willed and feisty, so more often than not, he goes without. He's the youngest of four, his arrival four years after a sister and two brothers. His special needs defy the system to which I once subscribed and his life is the unraveling of love and  ..

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