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Tales Of An Educated Debutante

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

Adrian H. Wood, PhD


Love

Sunday, August 14, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Love

Once upon a time there was a little boy. He was just one person, the youngest of four children and he was magnificent. Quite charming, white blond hair, light blue glasses, an enchanting mouth and infectious laughter that follows him. He is the showmanship of love, the genuine kind, the type of love that requires nothing. Nothing expected in return and he offers only himself. For love, that is enough, an abundance of sentiment that showers the little boy that loves with his whole he ..

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Will He Ever Be Able To Talk/

Monday, August 08, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Will He Ever Be Able To Talk/

Those words poured out from me when the air was still cold and the days were gray and hope seemed far away. The question is old news now but then it was hot off the press or at least divulged from the recesses of my mind, laid on the line for one of the two speech therapists that I trusted with my heart. "Will he ever be able to talk?", I asked, as my lungs filled with dread. I can go back and remember the beating of my heart and the noise of my own breath between my ears, the long  ..

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Conquering the Impossible

Sunday, August 07, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Conquering the Impossible

The impossible travels with the lists and videos, the exercises, the tools, the balls, the brushes, the activities, the reminders, the signing, the devices, and most importantly the son who is the sun for them all. My fourth child Amos is entirely delectable, diagnosis unknown with needs as vast and wide as the ocean that has been my daily friend these last two months. The impossible is what I am to provide for him, to him, on him, with him and near him each and every day; some things o ..

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Dada

Saturday, August 06, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Dada

As much as I love to hear my youngest child call "Mama," I long for "Dada." It seems only right that I would contemplate this still nonexistent expression for my husband. I ache to hear the simple utterance from our almost three year old son. Is the grass always greener? Why must we always want more? Human nature perhaps, a mother's ear waits and listens, pouncing on the most unintelligible jabber and then molds it into the beautiful thing we call language. That's how the plan usually u ..

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A Letter to My Other Kids

Friday, August 05, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
A Letter to My Other Kids

Do you know that I love you? I do and just as much as I love him, the younger brother with special needs that takes up much of my time and energy and thinking. I know you adore him; I have been overwhelmed with the deep seated love that flows through the three of you and showers over him whenever you are in proximity. He adores the cuddles, shared Rice Krispie treats, and playing chase. He doesn't say much but he can pretend to growl and his laugh is infectious, along with his joy fill ..

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Dear Katrice

Wednesday, August 03, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (3)
Dear Katrice

I don't even know your last name, but you nicely spelled your first name for me. You could not have been kinder or more helpful, I guess that is why BCBS picked you to call me, gentle, courteous, thoughtful, and extremely helpful. If I had to spend over two hours on the phone with someone, I would have chosen you. In fact, now that I have your direct line, you may come to regret my admiration. It's stops with you though. Today before we talked I got two letters. The first was fr ..

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Grieving Normalcy

Saturday, July 30, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (1)
Grieving Normalcy

I do, you know. Grieve the long ago normalcy that flowed through my veins as I moved through my days, my life, unaware of the ease that surrounded me. Normal life with a husband, four children, crazy life, sleeplessness and juggling schedules but we were just one family in a sea of million and like most, we moved easily in this place of ignorance. It was before, those days of being normal and as much as I detest that word, it is as an apt description that I can cling to describe those d ..

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Why I'm Afraid To Talk About My Child's Special Needs

Tuesday, July 26, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (3)
Why I'm Afraid To Talk About My Child's Special Needs

I try to temper how much I divulge, too much may be just that, too much. I have reason to believe it is a conversation to temper because there are those that avoid the too deep conversation with me, perhaps my openness of reality is overtly frightening and maybe you think I may start blabbing your secrets too. Or, is it just more than you can handle or than you bargained for in our light and airy friendship? Regardless of the underpinnings, my special needs talk seems to be scaring som ..

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Dear Delta

Tuesday, July 26, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Dear Delta

Dear Delta, Do you remember me? I was the forty something mom, a little too tan and rather average looking, one of the thousand moms that boards your airplanes each day. This is a picture of my son and I, just a couple hours before we made our way to you. Remember, I told you we had fled the hospital from his outpatient surgery this very morning. In the moment captured by that photo, I was feeling nervous and hopeful, not yet fully awake but awed and comforted by the kind staff at Y ..

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Does He Have any New Words Yet?

Monday, July 25, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Does He Have any New Words Yet?

Nothing like slaying the elephant, only this time it was not Thomas Edison, but my ten year old son, Thomas, and there was no actual elephant unless you count the boy named Amos. He is our elephant though, in the most figurative way possible, as we wait with baited breath for the words to breech the surface. The question came hard and fast; we had only arrived home from surgery late that evening. Amos was reunited with Thomas the following day and as he smiled at his big brother ..

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