Early this week, my daughter cut her hand with a piece of glass. It was so deep that an orthopedic surgeon had to examine the wound to make sure there was no tendon or nerve damage. There was none (thank God!) and she is now stitched up, with her arm in a splint.
Did I mention that she cut her left hand—her writing hand? And that it’s exam week at school?
She learned to write with her right hand. She typed out her essay for Writer’s Workshop on the computer. For her Filipino test, she dictated the answers to her teacher. With one hand, she was able to finish all her exams.
There’s so much *I* have learned from her this week. Her resilience. Her ability to figure things out, to not let something like hand surgery stop her from living her life. Her no-excuses, can-do spirit that doesn’t break and isn’t fragile like glass.
My darling girl, thank you for always showing me a wiser way to live.
