The Hidden Life

woman-praying-profile-featured-w740x493When I retired from a public work life, I found a hidden life had many lessons to teach…

When I was a new mom, I slipped away for a silent weekend retreat. Before we adjourned on Sunday afternoon, the organizers invited the participants to randomly pick a holy card. On it, was a virtue we were supposed to cultivate throughout the upcoming year. I offered a quick prayer to the Holy Spirit to guide my selection and when the woman came around to me with a fan of holy cards situated in front of her, I stuck my hand in the middle and pulled out a laminated card.

The virtue I “chose” was The Hidden Life.

Really, Lord? I scoffed. Why not charity or fortitude or justice? Why do you want me to go hide under a rock somewhere?

If you know me in real life, hidden is not a word you would use to describe me.

Loud? Yes.

Opinionated? That too.

Extroverted? Yep.

But hidden? Absolutely not.

Even though I didn’t like it, I knew there was something about hiddenness I needed to consider.

A year before I attended the retreat, I quit my very public job as a high school religion teacher in order to become a full time stay at home mother to my rapidly growing family. The switch from the very public life as a full time teacher to a full time wife and mother produced an identity crisis like I’ve never had before.

Before I managed classrooms of at least thirty kids and delegated responsibilities in afterschool clubs and now I changed diapers and fed babies.

Before I attended meetings and strategized plans for student success and now I meal-planned and folded laundry.

Before I ran clubs, sports teams and classrooms, and now I lived a private life with my small children and daily chores.

Who was I now that I wasn’t an overachieving type A, contributing something valuable to the workforce?

What grand accomplishments did I have to share after a long day of child wrangling and disciplining? When my husband came home, my reports included updates about organizing the pantry and keeping the toddlers out of the street (which is a heroic task depending on the kid, let’s be honest.)

Will this decision to stay home reap lasting rewards? I wondered.

The long, sleepless nights of pacing the floor with an infant felt more like a purgative sentence than anything else!

I was grateful to be at home, but I struggled to see my value of my role as an at home mother in the same way I was able to see the value of my work at the school.

The Hidden Life? I was drowning in it….or so I thought.

The scriptures tell us that after Jesus’ birth and flight into Egypt, Jesus spent most of his daily life at home, without evident greatness. He worked and fulfilled religious obligations. He was “obedient” to his parents and he “increased in wisdom and stature, and in favor with God and man” (CCC, 531). He lived a simple life of silence, deep familial connection, and purposeful work.

As it turns out, the invitation to consider the Hidden life was a special one handpicked just for me.

Jesus wasn’t asking me to retire to my home and become a hermit; He was asking me to practice the same daily habits Jesus did in the thirty years before he became a miracle worker.

He was asking me to grow in my love of silence and obedience, especially in cultivating a love for daily duties I didn’t particularly care for.

He was asking me to grow in areas where I personally struggled—especially in difficult parenting and spousal challenges—so that I could develop greater patience and wisdom.

He was asking me to practice a balanced life of work, play, and rest in a way I never had before.

The Hidden Life wasn’t a death sentence to my professional and social life. It was an invitation to a deeper, more abundant one where I met Jesus in a personal way. The years I spent at home weren’t wasted years, hidden from contact with the outside world, but were years of preparation and growth. It was a time God used to develop in me skills I didn’t have but needed in order to be a good wife, mother, and disciple.

Embracing a hidden life meant learning to love the life Jesus gave me, it meant allowing Jesus to refine me through the challenges I faced.

As it turns out, the Hidden Life was exactly the virtue I needed, even if it wasn’t the one I would have picked for myself.

I guess the Holy Spirit knew what he was doing after all.


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Colleen Duggan

Colleen Duggan is a popular writer for Catholic media and her work has appeared in both Catholic Digest and RTJ’s Creative Catechist magazine. For almost two years, she was a bi-monthly blogger for CatholicDigest.com and her articles have also appeared online at CatholicMom, Faith and Family Live, RTJ’s Creative Catechist, GeniusMom, and the K4J Family Blog.

Colleen holds a Master in Education from the University of Notre Dame and has spent the last 12 years teaching religious education classes, running Bible studies, and giving talks on Catholic spirituality at the parish level.

Despite any professional and educational accomplishments, Colleen believes her most important job is as a wife and mom to 6 kids. Check out her website (link below) where she pontificates about potty training and the art of messy housekeeping.

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1 Comment

  1. I really liked this testimony. So encouraging. Lately I have been wanting to lead a more “hidden” life, I am a wife and stay at home mom. This article confirms it is actually the Holy Spirit and Our Lady guiding me to fully embrace this viture in the season of my life.

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