by Lisa McCrohan | Sep 11, 2011 | Mindfulness in Everyday Life, Parenting with Compassion
Last week, after the kiddos were in bed, Brian came to me and told me what happened earlier that day. He said that out-of-the-blue our four year old son looked up at Brian and said, “I saw two buildings fall when I was up in heaven.” A few days later, I...
by Lisa McCrohan | Sep 8, 2011 | Mindfulness in Everyday Life, Parenting with Compassion
My brother got married this past weekend (elegant. lovely. relaxing leisurely with loved ones). Waiting for the reception to start, Brian took little C. outside where we just had the ceremony to walk around. While outside, Brian had the idea to snap a few pictures...
by Lisa McCrohan | Jun 14, 2011 | Parenting with Compassion
Many of you know that Brian and I did the Warrior Dash a few weeks ago – a 5k schlepping through mud, climbing up a 20 foot cargo net, crawling under barbed wire, running through creeks, and jumping over fire (oh yes). I texted friends and family. I emailed out the...
by Lisa McCrohan | Feb 2, 2011 | Parenting with Compassion
Our son turned four today. Our “baby” is a little boy! After a day hanging with grandma and grandpa, blowing out the candles, opening presents and tucking my little superhero into bed, I sat down on the couch, exhausted but content, to read a few emails. My friend...
by Lisa McCrohan | Jan 30, 2011 | Happiness, Delight, Joy, Awe, Parenting with Compassion
I have dreams. Big dreams. Before kiddos, I dreamed of creating the Barefoot Barn. I wanted to build a barn and retreat center in a beautiful spot surrounded by something vast in nature, create a community of like-hearted folks, and offer workshops and retreats to...
by Lisa McCrohan | Dec 14, 2010 | Cultivating Compassion, Mindfulness in Everyday Life, Parenting with Compassion
The other morning I woke up with some stomach bug. As I was running for the toilet to throw up, our three and a half year old comes to me and says, “Mommy?” Me: “Yes baby?” . I think I thought he’d ask me what’s wrong, why I was throwing up, or something like that....
