Some days my hands feel feeble
The strain of holding much causes my fingers to cramp
My breathing more rapid
My thoughts more full
And then, a rambunctious shout of "Mrs. Munoz"
brings the corners of my mouth into a full blown smile.

I forget about worrying.

I remember the example of these precious ones entrusted to my care.
Every day, there is room for grace.
Drink it up.
Relax those hands.
Breathe.

We. Are. Enough.
Each of us doing what we can.

​By Mercedes Munoz October 17, 2019