Living the Hidden Years

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"Living the hidden years" by Claire Dwyer (CatholicMom.com)

By Jenna Norman (2017) via Unsplash, CC0 Public Domain

Liturgically, we’re taking a brief breath in Ordinary Time. We’ve lived the long wait of Advent, and Christmas has been celebrated and it’s trappings stored away — nativity sets snuggled in attic alcoves and ornaments stacked in garage bins.

I’m still polishing off the last of the holiday treats, and brushing off the chocolate crumbs from my fresh planner, I realized recently — with surprise — that Lent is just two short weeks away.

How quickly the seasons spin by! How we seem to jump from celebrating the birth of Christ to preparing for His Passion.

But reflect on the fact that thirty years of Jesus’ life that were lived quietly in-between, the time before his public ministry, the years wrapped in mystery — years of quiet work, much prayer, humility, poverty, and obedience.

The hidden years.

The one small but eternally significant glimpse we have into these years is the finding of the child Jesus in the Temple. After their distress at losing their son on the way back to Nazareth, Joseph and Mary find him in the temple, amazing the teachers. Astonished herself, Mary wonders how this could have happened — and young Jesus reminds her of business he must be “about.” Still, he returns home with them, slips back into obscurity and obedience, and lives the life of a simple carpenter. I think of him, coming home for dinner, covered in sawdust and wood shavings, washing his hands, praying over the food, telling his mother about his day.

How incredible that the Son of God, born to reveal the love of the God the Father, lived most of his life in the secret, sacred everyday. But yet isn’t it just like God to be found in the little things.

Even though these years are shrouded in silence, for many of us mothers, we do understand the hidden years because we live them. Motherhood years — mostly, these are our hidden years, too.

Years we are hidden in the cry room. Years we are lost in the cereal aisle. Years bent over kitchen sinks, bathroom floors, laundry baskets, and untied shoes. Years of nights broken up into bits of sleep. Years looking for lost socks, hair bows, and Lego guys. Years smeared in peanut butter and fingerprints. Years that will go unnoticed by many but which are growing secret miracles nonetheless.

We can rejoice because this small but sacred time, tucked away in our homes, was lived before us. It was lived by three far holier than we can hope to be, and by living it, Jesus gave new meaning to the more mundane parts of life. Jesus lived family life in order to redeem it.

That means, that our providing, parenting, and housekeeping has been sanctified by the Holy Family. That it has been giving a depth and meaning it could never had had before because He became one with us in it.

Christ came to reveal the Father to us and to reconcile all things to Him. All things. Even the smallest human acts, the ones performed in the wombs of our homes, where life begins to bloom and twist itself out the soil of our selfishness. Where we encounter a God who surprises us in a thousand tiny ways, manifest to our eyes only: the deep fulfillment found in a child’s sleepy caress, the astonishing freedom found in surrendering to dishes and dust bunnies, the joy of seeing a sunset through eyes so fresh they find delight in everything.

And here is something really incredible. Not only is the Christian life redeemed in all its moments by a God who entered them to make them holy – it is also meant to mysteriously extend Christ’s own life, throughout time, in our own.

We extend the mystery of the hidden years in our own homes. 

“ We must continue to accomplish in ourselves the stages of Jesus’ life and his mysteries and often to beg him to perfect and realize them in us and in his whole Church … For it is the plan of the Son of God to make us and the whole Church partake in his mysteries and to extend them to and continue them in us and in his whole Church. This is his plan for fulfilling his mysteries in us.” – St. John Eudes, quoted in the Catechism of the Catholic Church, 521.

So when we slip into that desolate time, the time of self-doubt, the lying one on our left shoulder may tell us that that it’s all meaningless, that our gifts are wasted, our individuality lost, our dreams left behind. The reality is that we are never more ourselves when we are living fully and making present again the life that was so holy it had to be a hidden, veiled sort of pre-heaven.

Because so often, the most precious things are the hidden ones.


Copyright 2018 Claire Dwyer

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Claire is a wife and mom of 6, mothering through the joys and challenges of teenager and toddler years, and delighting in the sacramentality of daily life. She graduated with a degree in Theology from the Franciscan University of Steubenville and now enjoys leading women’s studies and writing - when she can come up for air between loads of laundry. She also writes at eventhesparrow.com and womenofgrace.com.

2 Comments

  1. Thank you for this. Mother of three here..5,2 and 7 months. Thank you for putting it in this perspective. I thought that these are wasted years because I stopped working to be at home. Thank you for this article.

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