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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


To Those Who Have Lost A Sibling

Sunday, April 10, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
To Those Who Have Lost A Sibling

I thought of you today. If this holiday, National Siblings Day, went unnoticed by you then I am envious. I was not aware of it myself until the innocent and seemingly harmless Facebook scroll with my morning coffee, a chance to gain peace before I attacked the task of getting four children ready for church. The word sibling always makes me think of two things, my four children and my older brother. The one sibling I had, my brother Adam and forever nineteen, has been gone for nearly twenty s ..

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The One Parenting Questionnaire I Couldn't Lie On

Saturday, April 09, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
The One Parenting Questionnaire I Couldn't Lie On

It was only a questionnaire. And yet, as I stared down at the paper, trying to answer it honestly, my mind raced. I had forgotten what routine doctor appointments entailed with small children; my four children and I had not gone for anything but sick visits and specialty appointments in the last few months. If anything, I had been excited about this one — Amos, my youngest, had made so much progress and I was excited to report back. But the dreaded questionnaire had slipped my mind.  ..

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Why I'm Telling the Word "Baby" Goodbye

Saturday, April 09, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Why I'm Telling the Word "Baby" Goodbye

We live blissfully unaware for much of the time, perhaps not ignorant but we all relish cuddling the little blond boy in glasses that we still refer to as a baby. At two and a half, he is no longer a baby and as my children's friends casually remind us, "he is a toddler and will be a preschooler when he turns three". My children seem to overlook these innocent admonishments but their mother feels the river of truth running in these childlike observations, figuratively and literally. They are ..

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The Musings of A Ten Year Old Boy

Saturday, April 02, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
The Musings of A Ten Year Old Boy

As I sit here pondering my good fortune, I sneak side glances at the son beside me. It's nearly noon and we sit quietly in matching lawn chairs thinking of the stories whirling in our linked minds. He is one that often seems averse to my suggestions evident as he inquires about what we are going to do today for the tenth time. All my children require cajoling to some extent, particularly my three boys. My daughter most naturally embraces new plans and experiences unfamiliar. Like many small ..

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When You're Still Waiting to Heal From Your Sibling's Passing 25 Years Later

Saturday, April 02, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (1)
When You're Still Waiting to Heal From Your Sibling's Passing 25 Years Later

Over 30 years old and a faithful winter companion to me the last 10 years or so. Wool — far before SmartWool or other faddish brands appeared — gray, a bit tight around the middle of my foot and thick up to the middle of my shin. Ever so thin on the bottom that I felt a need to protect them, these ragged socks. Preservation? Why would I want to, you wonder? Of course, they are part of the story, grasping onto my most important, tragic and heartbreaking paper clip. Adam. The brother who r ..

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A Letter To My Lost Sibling

Friday, April 01, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
A Letter To My Lost Sibling

I thought of you today. Every single day since you’ve been gone, to be truthful. It’s been 9,393 since that bright sunny day in July, a month before your twentieth birthday when the brain tumors swallowed you whole. I imagine what you may say to me, or even about me, if you were here today. Would you be proud of the little girl, the sister who was left behind, that has grown up into a woman? I’m a wife and a mother now of four precious children, and still a faithful daughter to the pare ..

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Dear Ramona Quimby

Friday, April 01, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Dear Ramona Quimby

Dear Ramona, You were my favorite, you know. Always. Before I could read your adventures myself, my mother read about your follies aloud and oh, how we laughed. I was the little sister in my family too, and you, I believed, were my long lost soulmate — the one who would not laugh when I got into my own debacles. How was I to know our newly paved street was still sticky warm with thick black tar when I walked over it? Or that the thick black tar would cling to my shoes and the ..

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I Was The Mean Girl

Friday, April 01, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
I Was The Mean Girl

I was the mean girl. I was her. She was me. Do you know how hard it is to admit that aloud, much less on paper for the whole world to see? Hard, so so hard. I say it though to give hope to the mothers of children who are subjected to the meanness or the teasing that puts others down. Even more important, I say it to the mothers of the excluders, the daughters who may be popular and use their status to push others down, subtly or inadvertently or in a spirit of meanness. I was tha ..

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I am a Disney Convert.

Friday, April 01, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
I am a Disney Convert.

My mantra of "never say never" is inspired by a long and unfortunate history of my own, shamefully admitted, demise. Yes, my spoken aloud thoughts have been recorded by those closest to me and a source of great personal annoyance- my greatest being that I was heard to say that my children would never watch television. I can not say that myself without peals of laughter. I have learned that I have been wrong so often that I find myself saying the never mantra almost daily, in regards to wher ..

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Our Easter Story

Friday, April 01, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Our Easter Story

Somehow, for me, it always comes back to the example of Easter morning, just like any Sunday of getting to church but several hours earlier. A tale of truth for many well-intentioned families just like ours, rushing to rise before the sun, cringing as we wake up sleeping toddlers and rushing to gather blankets for the Sunrise service. Perhaps our morning a bit easier on the small island though, we ride in a golf cart, half without shoes, one third in pajamas and none with brushed teeth. The ..

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