Freedom of Choice

For whom will you make your choice?

The people stare, 

They whisper

They assume

They’re rude

Your future is put on hold all because of a 

Choice that you already made

Just once or twice to cross a line

The choice is yours to make

For whom will you choose?

For the boy who chose

To woo you and sway you

To the point of conception?

He may choose to love you

To take care of you

No matter what you choose

He may not.

Will he help as you choose?

There’s a stirring inside.

You just can’t quite feel it

She has fingernails now

And a heart

You just can’t quite hear it

But you will soon, if you so choose

She won’t be able to choose 

Whether or not to take her first breath

But someday, 

She might choose between a pink and purple shirt

She might choose to like marshmallows better than cheerios

(and she probably will)

Someday she’ll choose

To be in band or sports

Someday she’ll want to choose 

Who to go with to the homecoming dance

She’ll choose a college to attend

And a career to pursue

Her choices might not be
What you would have for her

Her choices may make you
(or another mother) angry sometimes

But often, her choices
Will make you (or her) proud

I know

Decisions are hard

This one is heavy

But the time has come now- for whom will you chose?

You have the freedom of choice, but on whose behalf will it be made?

And what about me?

I choose to stand by your side no matter the decision

I will choose to keep that promise

“This day I call the heavens and the earth as witnesses against you that I have set before you life and death, blessings and curses. Now choose life, so that you and your children may live and that you may love the LORD your God, listen to his voice, and hold fast to him.”  Deuteronomy 30:19-20