by Lisa McCrohan | Mar 19, 2014 | Cultivating Compassion, Mindfulness in Everyday Life
Your partner does something to upset you once again. Your boss is a jerk. That one other parent in the PTA is always putting you down. You have cancer. Your child just threw a tantrum and kicked you. Your limbic system tells you to either to stay and fight or run...
by Lisa McCrohan | Mar 3, 2014 | Mindfulness in Everyday Life, Parenting with Compassion
“The deepest form of generosity is presence.” – Tara Brach I don’t remember a moment from childhood where my mom hurried me. I’m sure there were moments – given how much my parents went through in their twenties, God, there had to have been moments....
by Lisa McCrohan | Feb 19, 2014 | Cultivating Compassion, Mindfulness in Everyday Life
A month ago, I started to ask myself three questions. I wanted to live with deeper intention, calm, and clarity. AND I wanted to react a heck of a lot less to the stress in my life and the people I love. I’ve noticed a huge shift in how I am living. And I...
by Lisa McCrohan | Jan 30, 2014 | Mindfulness in Everyday Life, Parenting with Compassion
This morning, my husband, Brian, took the kiddos to their dentist appointment. Ahhh, a few hours at home by. my. self. I have needed this time alone. I had the (crazy!) expectation back in December that “once this holiday season is over, once I am done with a...
by Lisa McCrohan | Dec 20, 2013 | Mindful Motherhood, Mindfulness in Everyday Life, Parenting with Compassion
“Mommmmmmmyyyyy,” my three year old called to me to come into my bedroom. I was in a hurry, showering quickly, sighing as I put my hair up in a ponytail yet again, and worrying about getting out the door. In the first few seconds, I was annoyed she called me. But half...
by Lisa McCrohan | Dec 2, 2013 | Happiness, Delight, Joy, Awe, Mindful Motherhood, Mindfulness in Everyday Life
Today I am not rushing. Even as I write this, I feel the old familiar desire to speed up and check things off my “to do” list before I pick the kiddos up from school. I look around me – the sliding glass door in our kitchen that leads to the...