On the Road Not Taken

I watched my three kids this last week, and many thoughts came to my mind. How quickly they are growing (they are currently 4, 2 and 1 yr olds), how much they have learned and yet have to learn, and how much I dearly love them. I consider many of the decision that I have made which have brought me here to where I am today, and I realize I have made many that have taken me, as Robert Frost wrote, on the "Road Not Taken." There were many options at different points in my life, and I chose the one that looked best for me, although there were many good options. And those pivotal decisions have made all the difference.

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 claim,

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 hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.