"Resilience" is defined by the Merriam-Webster dictionary as
"an ability to recover from or adjust easily to misfortune or change."
I am resilient like a hair band. Not the kind that sang "UnSkinny Bop" or "Welcome to the Jungle". No, the kind of elastic band for holding hair. In our household there are three of us girls with hair long enough for ponytails (not me) which results in, oh, about a couple hundred elastic hairbands floating around the house and cars at any given time. They are all shapes and sizes, every color under the rainbow. Some have ribbons, others spirals, some have glossy balls at the ends but those aren't me.
I am the hairband that is stretched a little thin in the middle. The one that is no longer symmetrical. The one that shows signs of weakness to the point where it's questionable whether it will just snap in two one day while twisting around the hair. Yet it's still in one piece. I have resilience, the ability to recover from or adjust to misfortune or change. But that ability does not come easy. The easy way is not to recover, to avoid making any adjustment for change. Some changes are much easier than others - when it snows you wear a parka and gloves or mittens, when the sun is too bright you wear a hat and or sunglasses. When your child or children dies the answers are not so obvious and the solutions are not so obtainable.
But the ability - the resilience - is there. Just like that hairband, which is a little stretched out and a little thin in the middle, I too am a little different but we're both still capable of not just holding on but being functional and pretty.