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.

     I love this poem, but also makes me very sad to think we cant travel both roads. I hate to leave something undiscovered. We are forced to make choices in life and we cant turn back around and go see what we missed. Sometimes, that could be a very merciful thing I suppose. Looking at my children I see them and wonder what road they will choose for their lives. How will the choices I make influence theirs and that can be an overwhelming thought. Thank God that in the end I know that He is able to override all my mistakes, shortcomings, and ineptness and that He alone can speak like only God can.... and reach down to the depth of my children's hearts and engage them and invite them to follow Him. Because of what He does in me, they in turn reap any rewards from my faithfulness. Likewise, my unfaithfulness overflows too which I try not to think so much about.
      Nevertheless, we all at some point begin making our own choices. Thats the scary part of parenting. Knowing when to let go and allow them to fall down and get back up again. I think honestly, nothing about letting go comes naturally to me as a mother.There have been more days than I can count when I have asked myself if God made a huge mistake when He entrusted these young men into my care. I guess just their being here is answer enough huh? Well, in that case, I will pick myself up and dust myself off and do the best I can and leave the rest up to more capable hands than mine. God.... they are yours.... teach them how to choose wisely. You see both roads, guide them down the one less taken. All I ask is to be allowed to stand along the side and cheer them on to their destiny and give YOU all the glory.