Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Road Less Travelled

Today, I am 30. When I look back at the timeline I thought I’d be on, I always imagined that I’d have children by 30. And sure, nothing takes away from the fact that I had Dylan and that he is, and will always be, our firstborn. Still, being a parent without a child is inexplicable except to those who live it. This isn’t the road I expected to be on, but it is the one less travelled and what a difference that has made in my life.

Some Borrowed Writing

The Road Not Taken
By Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, 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 travelled by,
And that has made all the difference

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