by Lisa McCrohan | Oct 29, 2013 | Cultivating Compassion, Happiness, Delight, Joy, Awe, Mindful Motherhood, Parenting with Compassion
A few days ago, my kiddos and I were making neon green slime. The kind that glows in the dark. The kind that in some circles, we’d call it “green slime” and in others we’d call it “troll snot!” We were having a ball! At one point,...
by Lisa McCrohan | Oct 3, 2013 | Cultivating Compassion, Happiness, Delight, Joy, Awe, Mindful Motherhood, Mindfulness in Everyday Life
I softly whisper it to myself every day. Several times a day. A hundred times a day on the harder days – days I’m super triggered, feeling alone, feeling like I’m messing up, feeling like I’m carrying the world on my shoulders. I whisper it softly in my head to remind...
by Lisa McCrohan | Oct 1, 2013 | Cultivating Compassion, Happiness, Delight, Joy, Awe, Mindful Motherhood, Mindfulness in Everyday Life
She felt lost. She didn’t know who she was anymore. She came to compassion coaching feeling overwhelmed and lost. She felt scattered – pulled in a hundred different directions — all before 9 a.m. Where was SHE in all this? She wanted to figure...
by Lisa McCrohan | Sep 30, 2013 | Happiness, Delight, Joy, Awe, Mindful Motherhood, Parenting with Compassion
I hurriedly stuck my hand into my bag looking for my keys. Rushing, feeling frustrated, feeling like there were too many things to do and not enough time, getting irritated with myself for not being compassionate with myself because “I should know better”...
by Lisa McCrohan | Sep 25, 2013 | Cultivating Compassion, Happiness, Delight, Joy, Awe, Parenting with Compassion
There is magic in the way you look at our children – fully present, full of deep love. Your head isn’t buried in your phone, typing a text or checking email. When you are with our kiddos – you are WITH them. Sure, you could be doing a hundred other...
by Lisa McCrohan | Sep 20, 2013 | Happiness, Delight, Joy, Awe, Mindful Motherhood, Parenting with Compassion
Last night, my daughter and I were out front going for an evening scooter ride.” My son called to me, “Mom, I’m leaving for scouts” as he leaped down the front stairs and he and Brian jumped into the car. “Wait!” I called out to...