With all due respect to Robert Frost, today when I reached the point where the road divided – I took the one I had not taken in the past. To understand this road not taken, I have to think back to one of the first posts ever on Dad The Single Guy, The Training Bra.
Back in early 2010 my then 9.5 was about ready to need a bra, but needed some time to think about it. So, I let her do her thing while I got ready to go bra shopping.
Two roads diverge in the 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;
Fast forward to late summer 2014, and my nearly 12.0 is ready for her first bra. Just as I let the then 9.5 call her shot in 2010 – 12.0 called her shot this time, and asked her sister to go with her.
Then took the other, just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
This time I would stand aside. I did check with now 14.0 to make sure she wanted to do help her sister – and then I dropped them at the store and headed for physical therapy (my pinched nerve) and let them go at shopping.
An hour later, having followed my road not taken, I returned and the three of us went to dinner.
Yes, we all reach cross roads in life every day. Some are notable, others are simply forks in the road – but we make a choice on the roads taken and the road not taken. Today, the road not taken was the right path for us.