I was sitting in the carline one day after school waiting to pick up my kids like I always do when a text message from their school nurse jolted me back to the moment.
"Are you in the carline? If so, pull up to the lot and come straight in. I've got a possible allergic reaction in progress."
I don't remember how I got from my car to the nurse's station, but I do remember the way my stomach lurched when I saw the nurse perched over my daughter, stethoscope on, emergency medicines laid out and ready. She was listening to her chest and laser-focused on her vitals.
She was all business, but had a tender, confident manner, and I could see that my little girl trusted her. I quickly realized, so did I. [More]