I've always loved July more after having kids because of our summer family traditions. A fun one is packing up for a week to head on the road and visit the beach or some very fun friends that can handle my dynamic crew. Aside from the insanity of packing for all the littles, my anticipation for the silly conversations, the childish songs, all the jokes, and being the referee for fights is in full effect.
There is a price to pay for this tradition: it requires the choice of a mind shift so that I can have freedom in the journey. I have to chose that the expectations of what I would like our journey on the road to be may not turn out as I had imagined. I accept that the accidents will happen, that naps will be skipped, that the diet may get busted, that a friend may cancel, that it may rain on our beach day, and that it is all ok. Yes, there is a price to pay. But it is worth it.
There is no easy initial relationship with freedom once you learn the cost. I'm not talking dollars, I'm speaking of your inner self. Have you walked down a road that has cost you or someone you love greatly?
