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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


A Letter To Harvard Medical School

Monday, June 13, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
A Letter To Harvard Medical School

Dear Harvard Medical School, I had the opportunity to meet a group of lovely Harvard medical students, all young women, staying at a dear friend's house for a weekend getaway near Miami. As I was putting Amos in his pajamas that evening, I was struck with an overwhelming urge to haul him over there and capture this focus group that I would most likely never have a chance to spring upon such a group uninvited or invited, for that matter. I had to go, if not I would always wonder what cou ..

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The Holy Grail Of Questions

Wednesday, June 01, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (1)
The Holy Grail Of Questions

Her words, not my own. If I am to continue to seek knowledge and learn more about Amos and what drives his actions and how best to help him, then aren't I entitled to ask about the elephant? When I had listened for a couple hours to her explanation that opened a whole new world of knowledge, she paused and I produced my query. She smiled and nodded and repeated softly, more to herself than me, "of course, the holy grail of questions." I shouldn't have been surprised that the words spoken fro ..

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Cops And Robbers

Sunday, May 29, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Cops And Robbers

The game that has been around as long as we have had the good guys and the bad guys. It requires no equipment, no scheduled practices, no training sessions, no private lessons, no group clinics, no carpool, no timeline and absolutely no parental involvement. It's a concept that has been around for decades, the good guys against the bad guys, the most primitive form of a concept that is invaluable, play. The children plan their teams, they learn to work with different ages and squabble ov ..

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Choose Wisely, My Son

Friday, May 27, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (1)
Choose Wisely, My Son

You ask me about the great big world and I answer your questions, trying to choose wisely. You ask me about college and I think of your future, choose wisely, my son. You ask me if your littlest brother will ever talk and I think of the curve balls life throws us and how we decide on joy, choose wisely, my son. You ask me about having children and I think of the dad you will be, choose wisely, my son. You ask me how I knew I wanted to marry daddy and I think of the girl that ..

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Why My Special Needs Son Growing Older Frightens Me

Thursday, May 26, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Why My Special Needs Son Growing Older Frightens Me

When I slept that night, I dreamed about my special needs two and a half year old son who was now an adult and in the dream, I was chasing him, losing him, finding him with a smile and laughing when he was found being pulled by a new friend in quite a large wagon. He was not a toddler anymore. My baby was now a young man, nearly an adult and I seemed happy. Such a slippery slope we weave when we first practice to deceive. Those wise words had been offered again and again by my mother and ..

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When Did We Become A Special Needs Family?

Monday, May 23, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (1)
When Did We Become A Special Needs Family?

Published On Scary Mommy (http://www.scarymommy.com/became-special-needs-family/) Had the idea of being “special needs” crossed my mind as I waited for my fourth son to smile? Those three weeks turned into three months, and I began to wonder, worry, not him, not us, not my family. Even when the smile broke through, I was not struck with a sense of relief but instead a sense of foreboding. The type that I had no control over and the blips that passed through my consciousness were prepari ..

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Please, Stop Telling Me That He Is Cute

Friday, May 13, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Please, Stop Telling Me That He Is Cute

I play the game too. It’s not your fault. I am just as quick to offer a retort about my youngest being adorable, with quips like “good thing he’s cute” or “we know we’re biased, but …” Yes, his adorableness is hard to dispute, and it is the one thing that we have treasured and never take for granted in our family; but perhaps to a fault. Our son, Amos — our tow-headed toddler who wears cute round spectacles and dresses like he is on the set of Little Lord Fauntleroy — is absolutely preci ..

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The Secret

Friday, May 13, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
The Secret

It is not unusual to pinpoint the exact moment that life changes and those moments for me, are featured on a sliding scale from the perfectly wonderful, the first cries of my newborn son, to the quiet words spoken in a cold medical setting like, "it's cancer after all." Surely I am not the only one that has archived the key points in the historical crevices of my mind, not thrown out with the memories about who said what first word and when. No, the beautiful and the terrifying are kept clo ..

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What I Wish Pediatricians Would Ask Parents of Children With Development Delays

Tuesday, May 10, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
What I Wish Pediatricians Would Ask Parents of Children With Development Delays

After a few years of crying in doctor’s offices after being assaulted by the questions and assumptions on developmental checklists, I am left wondering who has benefited. Really. If I were forced to go through the last half dozen reports, I would relive the devastation and sorrow over missed milestones, so far away they weren’t even in our atmosphere. How could my son be expected to sit up if he couldn’t yet roll over? Why was I being asked if he could pull up or walk when he could not yet s ..

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Brotherhood

Tuesday, May 03, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
Brotherhood

Tonight we walked the neighborhood. It had rained earlier and outside was damp, the pollen stifled and off we went. Amos and I without shoes and the my two older boys in sneakers. It was a rare combination, no sister, no soccer ball, no stroller, no bikes or scooter, not even a phone to take a picture, just the four of us. A mother and her three sons. I noticed their little boy bodies had changed. My oldest son is tall and willowy, long legs and arms, narrow feet. My middle son growing tall ..

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