Fifth Son

I have heard that parents get tired,
And so the youngest gets spoiled.

Perhaps.

But I wonder, as I watch my fifth son
Clamber onto a bench, an amazing feat of
Flexibility, strength, and determination,

Then hoist himself onto the table and
Toddle about, head almost level with mine,
Curiosity and happiness mixed on his face,

If maybe the fifth baby is simply more confident
Because of constant affirmation from parents
And doting siblings.