Listening to my story today. Wishing I could have done better. Small steps of successes with big regrets of anger. Wishing I could have done better. Feeling sorrow. Acceptance feels like a balm. Tomorrow I pick up my feet and look for more successes. They are always there. Washing my hands of the stains I made on my son today. Acceptance of what is. I will say prayers and wish more successes tomorrow. Breath in and out, I accept my actions. I allow for new choices tomorrow.