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.
Need I say more? No. But I will. I was once asked why I needed to explain my reasons for this home educating life. Just live your life. I’m not going around explaining why I put my kids in school. Yes. I can see that point. Yet, when one is asked near-daily about our decision, I’m likely to seriously contemplate my reasons, to have a ready answer, to engage in some heavy discussion.
I don’t claim to have the captured the charmed life. I don’t claim to have captured perfection in any form. Ha ha ha, I can only laugh when I even write it as though it were a possibility, when most of yesterday was spent in aggravating tete-a-tete with my daughter over multiplying and dividing fractions. If I were to claim cocky self-assurances–well, I just won’t–but it would blow up in my face somehow, certain to level me.
In the hopes of parental socialization, not peer socialization; in the hopes of a rounded, personalized education, not one-size-fits all schooling; in the hopes of confidence, not fear-based comparisons and follow-the-leader group think; I will continue to follow this road not-often taken.