by Lisa McCrohan | Sep 17, 2010 | Mindfulness in Everyday Life, Parenting with Compassion, Soulful Poetry
My Skin Remembers By Lisa McCrohan In the dark stillness of the early morning, before the first glimmers of dawn appear through our bedroom window, Brian brings our baby to me for an early morning feeding. She is half awake half asleep now nuzzled next to me. Her...
by Lisa McCrohan | Sep 8, 2010 | Cultivating Compassion, Happiness, Delight, Joy, Awe, Parenting with Compassion, Soulful Poetry
There are moments within the hustle and bustle of running errands, getting dinner on the table, putting the laundry away, and giving the kiddos a bath when the truth of impermanence comes to you. You know that most likely, you won’t be around to see your child...
by Lisa McCrohan | Sep 5, 2010 | Cultivating Compassion, Happiness, Delight, Joy, Awe, Parenting with Compassion
“Making the decision to have a child – it’s momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking outside your body.” – Elizabeth Stone God, isn’t this so true? My heart strings can get yanked in an instant when my...
by Lisa McCrohan | Sep 1, 2010 | Parenting with Compassion
A dear friend’s dad died in July. (Stop the world for a moment. Don’t we all want that when someone we love dies?). Throughout the year of his illness, Aidan would finger paint “art projects” for M. (our friend) because “M. is sad. I...
by Lisa McCrohan | Aug 27, 2010 | Cultivating Compassion, Parenting with Compassion
Our three year old son is a fix-it man. A chip off the ol’ Bob the Builder block. Every morning he gets up and puts his tool belt on. Got a leaky faucet? Not a problem. Our son is on the job. Need to lay cable wiring? A. would shout, “Can we fix it? Yes we...
by Lisa McCrohan | Aug 17, 2010 | Cultivating Compassion, Mindfulness in Everyday Life, Parenting with Compassion
This is the usual send-off I get when I go to work on my long day: “Mom, wait! I’ll walk you out!” Our three year old, in his full workman gear, runs to the front door, opens it for me, lets me through, and then stands on the stairs. “Wait! I...