The Road Less Traveled

This poem did not really hit home until I became a mother.  The choices we make, day in and day out, no longer only affect ourselves.  These choices, affect our family and friends as well.  In the past, my tendency has been to do things the "hard way", just for the sake of being different.  Not always is this a bad thing, not always is it good.  It DOES however make for good stories!

Since becoming a mother, I choose to stay at home with my children as long as the Lord will allow me to do so.  I choose to home-school my children.  I choose to be a Christian who strives to better herself.  I choose to learn to be loving and kind and gentle.  I choose to help those who need help.  I choose to show the world by my actions that our God is a God who loves, not hates.

In entering motherhood, I had to reflect on the roads previously taken, not only by myself earlier in life, but by my parents, my siblings and other parents I look up to.  So alas...I continue to take the road less traveled, but now for a very different reason.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better calm
Because it was grassy and wanted wear
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages since
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

--Robert Frost (1915)