superman

Freshly minted three year old sits in his spiderman underwear and a pass me down shirt that's still too big, and should really be in the wash. He holds out his arms welcomingly to the (almost) one year old who stands unassisted only a breath away.
i'm sitting behind my one year old, watching my three year old as he smiles encouragingly to baby - i have my hands raised - hoping baby will take some steps, but ready to catch him if he falls.
His knees are bent - and his tiny arms are held out on each side, helping him to balance thus for what feels like an eternity as we hold our breath.
i hear Gage's soft morning voice crooning to his brother, "C'mon Ephyum. You CAN do it. You is superman, Ephyum, you is superman... You can do it..."
We exhale and laugh as tiny one hits the deck and makes a mad crawling dash to his brother's arms...
C'mon little buddy - you can do it... you is superman...