When we were making our nametags at faith formation, my little extrovert struck up a conversation with the woman who was standing at the table and greeting people.  They chatted for a bit, and Emma asked her if she wanted to know her two favorite stories about Jesus’ life.  The woman of course said yes, and Emma talked Jesus’ birth and resurrection.  They talked a bit more about this, then we went in for dinner.  Towards the end of the evening (it was an intergenerational event, so we all stayed in the same room for the whole evening rather than splitting up after dinner) Emma saw that woman again when she was coming back from the restroom.  I saw Emma talking with her from across the room, but didn’t think much of it.  A little later on, the woman came over to complement me on my articulate and friendly daughter.  She wanted to complement me and to tell me that she so impressed by Emma’s ability to converse and also with her story-telling ability.  It seems Emma was relating to her one of her favorite stories about Jesus and when the woman complemented her on how well she knew the story, Emma said, “well, that’s because my mom is raising me Catholic.”  The woman was really taken with how excited Emma was about the story and how she just glowed as she told it.  When she related all this to me, well, I just started crying.  For a convert who always feels a step behind and who often feels so alone in her efforts it just made me feel so thankful that my paltry attempts at passing on the faith seem to be bearing some fruit.  I know I can’t take much credit for it though - I know who is really making this possible.  But I am so thankful I can be part of this process of watching and helping my little girl come to Christ.