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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


My Cloaks of Fear

Monday, February 01, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
My Cloaks of Fear

I have never thought myself to be a fearful person but as I learn more about the root of fear and where it hides, I find myself overwhelmed with palpable feelings of terror and panic. Something I did not even know existed, much less in me, crept to the surface within two minutes of listening to Erilynne Barnum, my current Bible study teacher. I have known that fear drives people to do strange things, even brave old me. I have admitted that losing my brother and becoming an only child, drove  ..

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Snow Days

Monday, February 01, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Snow Days

Like any mother, I alternate between genuine excitement over snow and then immense dread over the eventual household fallout from the snow. Of particular dread for me are the dirty snow clothes. As I snuggled with my middle son on the couch yesterday and watched the fluffy flakes fall, I thought this was the best part of the snow. The dread had begun to creep in earlier as I unearthed last year's snow bin, filled with dirt smudged coats, solitary mittens, and too-small snow boots. Ugh, I mut ..

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It was only ice cream.

Monday, February 01, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
It was only ice cream.

The week of testing, the week of pure Hell at our house, a kind ten year old turned crazy person complete with tantrums from long ago and resplendent with door stomping, slammed doors, howling, and angry words shouted through the slammed door. Of course, this was after I practically had to drag him from behind the coats in the back of my closet, his refuge from the stress. His anxiety was palpable and yet, I could not really understand why. Last year was his first year of initiation int ..

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I'm that Mom.

Monday, February 01, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (2)
I'm that Mom.

I am. I admit it. I'm that mom. You know the one, the one that you identify with but wish would go away as she is too real. Dangerous as her truth beacon may hone into your life and unleash all your deep dark secrets. Particularly the ones that apply to your mothering skills and strategies or lack thereof. Like Carol Ann, I am going to the light. I'm that Mom. The one that is always too late to the bus stop, rushing rushing, still barefooted and meeting my children as they come around  ..

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I promise to protect your body image.

Monday, February 01, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
I promise to protect your body image.

I watch you. I watch you roam around the house in your big girl underpants, high and ever so wide on the side, baggy legs and all, and I smile to myself. I smile when you occasionally choose modesty, particularly when a friend has come to spend the night and you each vye for who shall use the bathroom first. This same little girl, just six, has the confidence of a supermodel as she bolts around the upstairs with her three brothers, sharing the bath tub or just dancing stark naked, happy as  ..

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To the Flight Attendant

Monday, February 01, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
To the Flight Attendant

I admire your being so well-kempt and your obviously clean dark brown hair, tucked in a neat fashionable bun. My own blond hair is beginning to be streaked with gray and I look a little bit worse for the wear after a wakeup at four this morning. You speak to your workmates of your new apartment and your life free from children. My own four children are right here with me demanding their breakfast, in a full-on wrestling match, and my youngest is vehemently opposed to sitting in his own seat ..

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What Happened?

Monday, February 01, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
What Happened?

I yelled. It was me. I yelled too loudly and sat him down too sternly. It had been such a long day and there was no chance to escape outdoors, sleet mixed with rainy wind made even going on a car ride unpleasant. We did it though, riding to McDonald's to get a Happy Meal in hopes that might perk him up. Him being our non-verbal two year old who has actually been great the last couple weeks but another bout of sickness had knocked the wind from his happy sails. Sick children are ..

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No One Knew

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No One Knew

As a mother of a child with special needs, I struggle for a balance between wishing and accepting, concern and overwhelming consumption, hope and an acknowledgement of our reality. I think these things can live simultaneously in my mind, but my heart argues and my soul struggles to choose the winner. Of course the winner is what I want. And we all know how stories often have a predictable ending that is not to our liking. Because of this fear, I edge on the side of safety often ..

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To The Manager At Great Wolf Lodge

Monday, February 01, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
To The Manager At Great Wolf Lodge

Thank you. Thank you for taking the time to approach as I explained to the head lifeguard some concerning instances that I had noticed over our two day stay. I recognize that you could have turned the other way and acted as if you had not overheard my complaints; I had not taken note of your presence and you could have easily slipped away into the throng of busy and damp happy families. But you didn't. You heard, turned your head and bridged the gap between us. I so appreciate being ..

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Breast Feeding Weaponry

Monday, February 01, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Breast Feeding Weaponry

Under the Guise of Breastfeeding I have stooped to the lowest of the low. As part of my self-appointed responsibility to support preferential treatment for all mothers, I admit it. I have used breastfeeding for more than just feeding my children. I have embraced the recently coined phrase "using therapeutic lies" to justify my manipulation of a beautiful act between mother and child. I heroically perpetuated this art for all the moms out there that feel guilty, guilty that they ..

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