Rainbow Glasses

The girls ran up to me as I hustled my boys into our fellowship for Sunday School.  Long hair frizzed and curly, Eden pointed to her face.  She just stood there pointing and I marvelled.  She's 5, is beautiful and as open and transparent as a kid can be, and she had new glasses!  Her eyes looked 2 sizes too big as they gazed at me through the lenses.  But man, was she happy.  I oohhheed and aaahhhed in appropriate tones and then turned to Lily, her little sister, who also sported a pair.  These were "wainbow glasses", as Eden told me, pretend ones to be sure, but oh so grown-up.  Lily has always been the shyer of the two, but I found that these glasses must have had some kind of magic in them, to give her the confidence to give me a run down on her whole weekend and her memories of baby-hood.  "I used to pull my daddy's hair when I was a baby.  And I would make such a mess with my spoon when I was a baby.  My mommy said it was all over my face.  I didn't know how to use a spoon when I was a baby...."  On and on her memoires rambled till she decided that was it and went quiet.  She just gently blinked and looked at me through those fakey glasses, rainbow glasses.  She skipped away to join her friends.  I sauntered away to mine, musing how amazing it is that a special pair of glasses could help a little girl find the confidence to share her inner workings.  Maybe, I should ask her mom where she got them......