A Little Faith

My entire life, my mom has talked about her mother's relationship with St. Anthony. It was something I understood, sort of. He is, of course, the patron saint of lost stuff. And we lose a lot of stuff, my mom and I. When we couldn't find something, she'd say a little prayer to St. Anthony, and voila, in a few days, the object would just turn up.

This is something she learned from her mom. My grammy passed when I was nine, so I don't remember much, although I can tell from stories and through my relationship with my mother that we would all get along really well if she were still around.

I'm not overtly religious and I don't regularly pray for things, so this connection my mom had with her mom had been something shared just between the two of them for a long time.

So when I lost my glasses Monday and tore up my apartment looking for them, and sent frantic emails to everyone I had contacted in the last week, my mom promised to say a little prayer for me. I rolled my eyes at her a little and prepared to just order a new pair, but lo and behold, I walked into the Mac lab yesterday and there they were, sitting on the desk where I had, apparently, left them last week.

That moment, between my mom, her mom and I was actually something really special for me. For one, it proved that my mom does know what she's talking about, and that the Visual Arts students at Fordham aren't thieves. But also it helped me to feel that connection with my grandma, and a little bit like someone is looking out for me.



I struggle a lot day-to-day, despite being such a functional and well put-together young adult (LOL JUST KIDDING). I always joke with my mom that I need St. Anthony and his constant guidance tattooed across my chest. That is a little extreme, but I am obsessed with this necklace, especially after this week's events. I'm a sucker for things with meaning to me and my family, and I'd love a delicate necklace to hang above my heart.

There's always faith. You don't have to be religious about it. Just knowing that there are good people looking out for you is enough to help you through even the suckiest of days.

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