It's here! A #goodenoughmom Blog Tour!!!

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I can't believe it, but the time has come for this book baby (I'm calling her my seventh child) to be launched into the world. My friends at Ave Maria Press and I have been hard at work trying to set this thing a sail and I wanted you to know all the good stuff we have coming!  

For those of you who don't already know, my new book, Good Enough Is Good Enough: Confessions Of An Imperfect Mom, is available on Amazon (it was released early, lucky for us!). To get yourself a copy, go here OR you can go the Ave Maria website and order the book.  The kind publisher is offering my readers a special promo code (use COLLEEN) which gives you a 20% discount on the title. (Also, in case you didn't know, I wrote a free, downloadable companion study guide to use in small groups or book clubs.  You can see it here.)

I've already had so much fun promoting the book.  I even had the great fortune to have a chat with two of my favorite editors of all time, Lisa Hendey and Danielle Bean on the very same day!  


To hear to the Lisa Hendey and Friends podcast, please see here.


To hear the Girlfriends podcast with Danielle Bean, please listen here.

In other news: below is the schedule and a link to a blog post tour, beginning on April 11.  Each day at the various sites listed, you can find a review, a book excerpt, or an interview with me.  The tour is as follows:

April 11-20, 2018

11 Sarah Reinhard, Snoring Scholar, review (Sarah is so gracious and kind!)

12 Rita Buettner, The Catholic Review blog (Archdiocese of Baltimore)/Open Window, interview with Colleen

13 Sterling Jaquith, Coffee and Pearls

14  The Catholic Sisters, review

15 Mary Lenaburg, Mary Lenaburg Blog

16 Amanda Villagomez, Focusing on the Core, interview with Colleen (she will also do a review prior to the blog tour)

17  Michele Faehnle, Divine Mercy for Moms, Excerpt

18 Ginny Kochis, Not So Formulaic

19 Allison Gingras, Reconciled to You, review

20 Erin Franco, Humble Handmaid

I want to thank all the people who have already taken the time to read and review the book.  It means so much to me!  The support and the feedback I've already received is like a divinely inspired paycheck, so thank you!  For those of you who have already read the book and haven't done so, if you could take a minute or two to review it on Amazon, I'd be ever so grateful.  All these little reviews help, especially with ratings!

Also, we have some really FUN things coming down the pike for Mother's Day, so be on the lookout.  You don't want to miss out on the fun!

I think that's it for now.  Thank you again for the support!  

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Thoughts On Holy Week

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The holiest week of the year has begun. 

In today’s gospel, Jesus predicts Peter’s denial. The apostles are gathered with Jesus at an intimate dinner and after Peter declares he won't hesitate to die for Jesus, Jesus tells Peter, 

“Not so fast, before the rooster crows three times, you will have denied our friendship, denied even knowing me...not once, but three times.”

On Sunday, all of Jerusalem welcomed Jesus on a donkey—triumphant and celebratory—and today, Judas’s evil plan of betrayal has been set into motion. On Friday, we will be staring down the suffering of Christ on the cross.

This is the time of Lent where I always take an inventory. 

How did I do with my fasts? 

Did I succeed in abstaining from those things I pledged to give up at the beginning of Lent? 

Did I throw in the towel? Get overwhelmed by all the things I originally pledged to God and then quickly took back in a moment of temptation? 

What worked and what didn’t?

And if I’m not careful, this inventory becomes all about me…my spiritual aptitude or lack thereof and I completely forget that entire point of the sacrificial offering, which is to remind me of my acute need for a God who saves.

Jesus doesn’t need my sacrifice. 

He doesn’t need my Lenten offerings. 

He is the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. It doesn’t matter if I successfully abstained from all I promised (though you can bet fasting does leave me more space for Him in my life.)

What Jesus does need is a friend to accompany him during the Triduum, a friend to keep watch with him while he is in Gethsemane. He needs someone to walk alongside him on the way to the crucifixion, someone to be with him in his suffering.

Isn’t this what we all want when life drowns us in sorrow and pain?

Did you fail at your Lenten observances? Move on.

Don’t spend time beating yourself up and bemoaning your failures. Fix your eyes on Christ and be prepared to walk with him over the next few days.

Be a true friend to Jesus--one who doesn’t deny him three times—but who sits at the foot of the cross while the greatest suffering and drama in all of history unfolds.

Parents: You Are Not Self-Indulgent If You Do What You Love

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In my book, Good Enough Is Good Enough, I discuss the challenge of leaving my full-time job in order to stay at home with my small children.  I wrote:

 The switch from the life of a full-time teacher to a full-time wife and mother was hard. Before, I had managed classrooms of at least thirty kids and delegated responsibilities in afterschool clubs, and now I changed diapers and fed babies. Before, I had attended meetings and strategized plans for student success, and now I meal-planned and folded laundry. Before, I had run 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 contributing something valuable and tangible 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). As difficult as that work was, I struggled to see the 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.

I liked my job, my coworkers and the strong sense of accomplishment I felt at school, but my work at home was more…well, complicated.

I loved my children, of course, but I struggled with knowing how to use my God-given talents when I was living a life so hidden and obscure. I also didn’t anticipate how bored I would feel sometimes while toddlers ransacked my house. The monotony of filling sippy cups and doing laundry and changing diapers came as a surprise to me. I didn't realize I would not be intellectually challenged like I was in college, graduate school or when I worked professionally. 

I quickly realized if this whole at-home motherhood thing was going to work, I needed to find something to do outside of taking care of my family.  I needed a hobby—an interest to engage me while I fulfilled my main responsibilities.

I took an inventory of Things I Might Like To Spend Time Doing So I Don't Lose My Mind (or something like that) and one of those things turned into a blog.  For over a decade, I wrote on my online journal, telling funny stories or sharing spiritual insights I had. 

 I wrote some really, really bad stuff but I kept writing...

in the morning,

late at night,

during nap time,

and while I burned dinner. 

I wrote and wrote and wrote and over the years, my writing got better.  I joined a Writer's Guild, went to a few conferences, read some writing books, made some contacts, and published a few things online and in print. 

This spring, my first book will be published by Ave Maria Press.  (Get yours here!)

I Wasted Time Worrying

Ok, Great, you might be thinking, you found a hobby you enjoyed, devoted some time to it and it all worked out?

What’s the big deal, Colleen? 

Well, the problem with my hobby was I felt guilty devoting time to it, I felt like I was a negligent parent.

One of my biggest character defects in my tendency towards black/white, right/ wrong thinking and this type of thinking most certainly affected my ability to enjoy a pursuit I loved.  

In my mind, a good mom was All In

She didn’t take the time to develop herself as a person (It makes me cringe to admit that I had that thought, but it’s true.)

I wondered if my writing time was too self-indulgent; shouldn’t I just devote myself to raising good kids instead of writing about raising good kids?

The result of this type of thinking was I wasted a lot of emotional energy because I was so fearful I was warping my kids while I worked.  I thought they would feel slighted by my desire to write or that they would feel they weren’t important enough.  I worried about this to such a degree that it robbed me of some of the joy of writing because I thought I was being selfish and self-indulgent.

How could I be a good writer and a good mom? I wasn’t sure it was possible…

When the worry would reach a fever pitch, I’d pull back, shut my computer and go about my day.  I’d abandon my writing for a few weeks or maybe even a month, but I always went back to it. 

The kids would so or say something so outrageously hilarious or sweet or God would knock me over with a spiritual insight so deep, I felt compelled to share it.  I’d type up an article and it would be published, in spite of me I often felt, not because of me.

My Professional Calling Outside My Home Was Real, Not Imaginary: 

Even though I worried about how I spent my leisure time at home, I couldn’t ignore the fact I felt called to write and to improve in my craft.  I sincerely enjoyed the process and even enjoyed reading about writing, but I also felt I never did enough to develop my professional skills.

(My black and white thinking rears its ugly head everywhere I go.)

Instead of feeling confident in my decision to plug away as best I could when I had the time, wherewithal, and energy, I worried about all I wasn’t doing professionally. There is so much “advice” out there for writers today that it’s overwhelming.  There are online classes on how to grow your audience, how to be a better writer, and even how to be a social media maven, but I didn’t know how to balance my time writing, promoting my work, and taking care of my children.

So, I wrote and didn’t focus all that much on the other recommendations mainly because I didn’t have the time...yet I still felt like a failure, like I wasn’t doing all I should do to grow in my field.  I judged my work harshly and was hard on myself for not being more organized, professional, goal oriented, etc.

I felt pulled in both directions: pulled to focus exclusively on my family and pulled to develop the talents God gave me and I wasted a lot of time worrying.

Even though I was unsure, I plugged away at both: parenting my kids and writing.

Eventually, after many years of practice, Ave Maria gave me permission to write a book for them, despite my fears and limitations about all I wasn’t doing enough on all fronts.

Parents, Do What You Can And Leave The Rest To God:

Of course, there were plenty of things I should have focused on before I had the opportunity to write a book.  I’m not as well known in the Catholic writing world as I could be…and I know it.

But in the end? It didn’t matter all that much. 

The publisher took a chance of me because they believed I not only had something to say but I had the ability to communicate it (which was the skill I really focused on honing all those years I sat at my desk banging out blog posts).

I used all the time I had to do what I could and I let go—however imperfectly—of the time I wanted to have to “develop” myself more and better.  When it came time to submit my proposal, the publishing company saw that my skills and platform were not perfect, but they were Good Enough.

Which leads me to my point:  To those parents--who are like me--and worry about balancing it all when you have a slew of kids to take care of, maybe a job, and some wild dream you want to pursue:  

Put in the time when you can, work hard, read a lot, develop your talent and then leave the rest to God. 

Trust him to fill in the gaps, all the spots you’ve missed (because if you are raising kids and pursuing a dream, there will be gaps, I promise you.)

If you truly are doing His work, He will see you through to the end.

Don’t waste your emotional energy worrying about all the things you could be doing to be a better writer, to be more well known, etc. And don't waste time worrying you are warping your kids by developing your own talents.  

Do what you can and leave the rest up to Him.

It All Comes Out In The Wash

A few weeks ago, the publisher sent me a box of my new book and I handed each of my six children a copy. 

“This one if for you,” I told them.

They stared at my name on the cover. My girls hugged their books to their chests.

“Can we bring it to school to show our friends and our teachers?” they asked.

“Of course you can,” I told them, and they did.

When they came home, they regaled me with how impressed their friends were that their mother wrote a book.

One of the kids told my son, “Your mom wrote a lot of words.”

“She writes thousands,” he said in response.

My kids are proud of me and they have celebrated the accomplishment more than anyone I know.

Their response to my book project made me realize just how silly it was to worry so much about being All In as a mother.  I’ve realized through this entire process that the best way for me to serve them is to make sure I have something to give in the first place (which is, ironically, an entire chapter of my book.  See? I’m a work in process.) 

And writing renews me in such a way so that I actually HAVE something to give them.

If you are a mom who worries about cultivating a hobby that is good for your personal well-being:  stop. 

Don’t do what I did.

The truth is, it was so, so good for my kids to see their mom actively engaged in a worthwhile project.  The work I do outside of the time I care for them reminds them they are not the center of the world, nor should they be.

It wasn’t selfish of me at all to try to discern how God wanted to use my gifts while parenting my six children.  In fact, he put that very desire in my soul.  I have something to say because He gave me the inspiration.

It would be wrong for me to ignore it or minimize the call. 

He wants me to parent my children, yes, but he also wants me to serve my larger community and I want to answer his call. 

I don’t have to live either/or; I can choose both/and!

I remember seeing an Oprah show once years ago where a bunch of empty-nesting women were bemoaning the "wasted" years they had with their children, years where they served without appreciation, years where they lost their identity without anything in return.  I was sad when I listened to those women speak, but I remember being fearful that their experience would become mine.

But it's not.

The world tells women that motherhood, if you let it, will rob you of your identity and your body, your mind and your intellectual pursuits.  And while there is a hefty dose of self-denial that comes with it, mainly motherhood has enriched me as a person.  It's made me a better version of the young girl who married John fifteen years ago.

Motherhood has not robbed me of myself.  God has used my vocation to reveal to me who I really am.

If you let him, He'll show you too.  

Now, Go, Set The World On Fire.  I want to see what you can do.

Living In The Lenten Desert With Small Children

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A friend asked me recently if I had any tips for living in the desert of Lent while parenting small children. Like many of us, I suspect she feels stifled by the noise and the chaos of her daily life and desires to go off Jesus, to sit at his feet and learn from him in quiet prayer.

I can relate, what busy mom doesn’t want a little peace and quiet? And not just during Lent … but anytime.

It’s a bold statement, though, to say we want to live with Jesus in the desert because it means we want to commit ourselves to living like he did for forty days: hungry, thirsty, and engaged in spiritual combat! I don’t know about you, but I find a twenty-minute toddler temper tantrum or a teen tirade a challenge, so forty days of spiritual warfare and attack seems daunting.

Residing in the desert requires a type of fasting I’m not used to on the regular: no human company, water, food, and noise. It requires I deny myself those creature comforts I enjoy in life in order to bathe in his presence.

Read the rest at Catholic Mom.