is never what we prepare for. This time she rebounded unlike any time in her past. All that's left are a couple of stitches that have yet to dissolve and what will be a scar that will forever remind us of things we are willing to sacrifice - things that are sacred. Just this past week I ran into another mom in the bookstore, her son had 'The' scar. I'd never seen another person with 'The' scar before, or maybe I just never noticed until now. My oldest son saw him and was excited that this particular little champion had a trach. The amazing heart of my seven year old and the understanding that it encompasses always amazes and humbles me. I, on-the-otherhand, found myself doing the unimaginable -staring at her son - she noticed and tucked her little bird under her wing - literally out of harms way. How many times have I done the same thing? I should know better. That's when I shook myself back to reality and just ...