by Lisa McCrohan | Feb 18, 2018 | Parenting with Compassion, Regarding Our Children, Serving, Healing and Transforming Our World
I can remember the moment, six years ago, when my son started kindergarten. I was like every mom with her first child: I was nervous about how he would be regarded by his teachers and peers. I was nervous if he’d be cared for with kindness. I hoped his teachers...
by Lisa McCrohan | Feb 13, 2018 | Cultivating Compassion, Following what delights your heart, Regarding Our Children
“Success is liking yourself, liking what you do, and liking how you do it.” – Maya Angelou It might sound hokey if you announced, “This week, I’m going to love myself!” But the older I get, the less I care about appearing “hokey” and the more I care about things...
by Lisa McCrohan | Nov 21, 2017 | Cultivating Compassion, Regarding Our Children
In the United States, many of us are gathering with family and friends for Thanksgiving. This can be a lovely and welcomed time. And it can also be a triggering time. It brings up old hurts, old resentments, and old patterns of relating. To change things, it takes one...
by Lisa McCrohan | Jun 3, 2017 | Cultivating Compassion, Regarding Our Children, Serving, Healing and Transforming Our World
Buying a new home and selling your home can be stressful, they tell me. Last time we moved, we were leaving a one-room apartment in Boston. We packed up our tiny Honda Civic, hitched up the UHaul, and headed south to Maryland. We had no children and not much...
by Lisa McCrohan | Jan 29, 2017 | Parenting with Compassion, Regarding Our Children
“Ohhhh, mom! That’s beautiful!” My young daughter said, holding my freshly Henna painted hand. Admiring the detail and intricacy, my daughter’s eyes widened. The night before, I was part of a women’s circle where a local Henna artist painted on our bodies as we...
by Lisa McCrohan | Sep 25, 2014 | Parenting with Compassion, Regarding Our Children
(Part 1 of 2) I remember walking into the cafeteria of my new school and it was like someone punched me in the stomach. I was in sixth grade. My family had just moved from Virginia to Ohio. At first, I attended the local Catholic school. Within the first two months, I...