I have a new found patience. I think that's the number one thing that parents can take from this disaster. We're hugging our kids tighter, and letting the stupid little things that would normally irk us roll off our backs. We have so much to be thankful for... so much that we take for granted. I'm ashamed that it took something so heinous for me to see, but I think it's the sad reality we're all facing.
I always have and always will love my son, but sometimes my patience is short. Day in and day out of tantrums and general defiance can work your last nerve, but I've been recharged. Realizing that it can all be ripped from my hands in just moments makes me see how trivial the annoyances are. Who cares if he's slamming his hot wheels into the wall? My kid is alive and will (hopefully) never know the kind of evil that happened a week ago.