subculture of parenting, it is easy to be fooled into taking a path that, step by step, catapults a parent into destruction - of themselves and their little ones. In the midst of a confused, and often hostile U.S. Peered through to the distance to see if I might catch a glimpse of what lay at the end of them each. As a traveler, I stood long before my parenting journey began and looked down two roads. (In this case Frost said his poem and its meaning were " very tricky" and not what most people read it to be.) But another joy is reconstructing poetry metaphorically to fit your own needs at your present place in life. One of the joys in poetry is figuring out the author's interpretation - her meaning behind her words. Little did I know, that nearly three decades later, many of the words of Frost's The Road Not Taken would mean so much, and so many things different, to me. But one I will never forget is that very first one - by Robert Frost - selected with the gentle guidance of my father. There are many poems I've long forgotten - and many more that I composed myself throughout the duration of my school years. They let us 'unsocialized' kids in to participate, and we often walked away with ribbons in tow.
And as dorky as it may sound to some kids today, we eagerly dug through my father's poetry books to select a poem for the speech competition at our local school each year. We were homeschooled at the time - something very few others were doing in the early 1980s. But either way, I couldn't help but think back to the very first poem I'd memorized as an elementary school student. Maybe it was the reflective nature of New Years Eve. Maybe it was the crisp winter air calling me to a childhood time long gone. My son and I went hiking this evening in a wooded area we've not visited since he was just a little tyke (read: light enough to wear in the Moby) and as we stomped through the quickly melting snow I couldn't help but notice the diverged path ahead and think back to a time, long in my past, when memorized words described what lay before us.
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