This is a revised version of one of my first and favorite posts. I’m revisiting it today because when it originally posted, Along This Road had all of five subscribers. (Thank you, by the way.) It’s different from the original because I’ve learned that no matter what the blogging experts say, bullet points are not my style.
When my oldest daughter was four, we loaded our life and our stuff into a semi and moved across the state. One morning, while I unpacked, my dad took her out to explore the neighborhood. As they investigated the curved and convoluted sidewalk system that made up our new world, he taught her the last stanza of Robert Frost’s poem, “The Road Not Taken.”
Every time they came to an intersection they would recite together: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.
Then he would let her choose which way they would go. As they meandered along they became delightfully lost.
It was a great day in the life of a four-year-old adventurer.
She learned a poem. She’d been the leader. She made it back from the brink of danger.
Several months later, our family hiked the Natural Bridge trail in Yellowstone National Park. A section of that trail is a loop. We stood behind her at the fork. She recited her poem, chose our road, and set our course. After a few hundred feet down the trail, she looked up and declared, “I think this is the road less traveled.”
Yeah, little girl, it is.
It is, literally. Of the three million people who visit the park each year, most never set foot off of the boardwalk.
It is because she chose it. She stopped. She considered. She followed no crowd nor caved to a false sense of urgency. I have no idea what went on in her young mind, but I know that to stop and consider is too rare and will help her live well.
It is because she was willing, in more words from the same poem, to “keep the first for another day.” She let go of the good for what she thought would be best. I could learn from that girl.
It is because she stood in front. In that moment she was the leader. Leaders navigate uncharted roads.
That little girl is now a teenager and I hope she remembers.
I hope she remembers that day with her Pa and everything they discovered about the road less traveled. I hope she remembers that there might be another road to take and recognizes it when she sees it. I hope she knows when to take it and pray she’s strong enough to live with the fallout.
And if ever it seems that the world around her doesn’t quite fit with her or she with it, I hope she regards her road for what it is and declares to herself as she did to us out on the trail, “I think this is the road less traveled.”
Yeah, little girl it is. Enjoy your journey.
Linking this week at Still Saturday, #imperfectprose and Thoughtful Thursday.
So sweet and beautiful. Thank you for sharing this! I love that your dad taught her this poem- how awesome! Found your from Imperfect Prose today 🙂
I love that poem, too. I think he’s talking about the narrow road that Jesus tells us to walk down, the one that leads to eternity with Him.