SuperBaby

=Super Hero Story: SuperBaby=

Wilson Bradley Cooper was their third child. They were a late to middle aged couple with two older kids of eight and twelve. He was still a baby, just recently crawling and beginning to get a feel for what will later be his first words. His family, big and busy as it was, loved him dearly. His parents Hart and Brenda Cooper loved him too and treasured the few bits of time they could grant him their full attention which was rarely. After all he was the third child and everyone knows how that goes. He was the easiest, mellowest, and happiest baby of the three, a demeanor that the Coopers noted and appreciated on a daily basis. There was so much more to him though, things that they would never know about him that would make more than just his parents proud. Parents around the world would appreciate him, they just wouldn’t ever realize it. He was a child like no other.

Upon reaching his first birthday he tapped into his unique abilities.

Every night his parents would tuck him in at 8. While he was in his crib, his twelve year old sister Isabelle would read him a story and then kiss him goodnight. She loved being the oldest. She felt mature, responsible, it was great. Every night she told him to have sweet dreams and that today was beautiful and tomorrow would be even better. She felt like he could understand her and whether or not it was true it was still something good to get into the habit of saying and thinking, even for herself. He did understand her, more than she would ever know. He was a brilliant because he understood her compassion and the good-naturedness of what she was saying. This however was not his superpower. Contrary to popular belief babies are not stupid and understand feelings articulated and acted out by those who surround them. Babies in actuality are far more emotionally intelligent than adults ever could hope to be. Considering they are the closest to a truly untainted or damaged emotional self of any age group, this makes sense. But as most things adults credit themselves with emotional intelligence that surpasses all other age groups. This is a common theme in Wilson Bradley Cooper’s childhood.

One night in the summer when he was one, after Isabelle read to him he started using his abilities. He just was beginning to drift off to sleep like normal when he heard the sound of a baby crying. He was aware it was not himself crying in upset but he knew it was someone else. And with that he imagined this noise until it became clearer and clearer. He saw the image of this baby girl crying. And suddenly he was there.

She was someone in Europe by the looks of the room and on her nightstand stood a book with a title in French. She was a French baby. He had mentally found the power and ability to traveled to another country. This Wilson observed as a fact rather than as a wild, surprising, powerful transformation. She was crying with no parent or otherwise source of comfort in sight. He felt her upset and he wanted to fix it. Unlike any adult, he didn’t have to guess at what she needed. He knew. She was thirsty. He felt her thirst, as any truly connected member of the human species. He thought with her. Don’t be too thirsty. They you would have to pee and imagine how uncomfortable that would be. It’d be silly to yearn for water as you are. Unless you really need it. You require sleep, stop fighting it. Water will be present for you always in the morning, but for now go to sleep. It’s for the better anyway. Through his closed eyes he could see this French infant become satisfied as she was and rationally contemplating her needs and their reasonability. Just through connecting with this baby he could help and improve her demeanor. This is what set him apart from other infants. He was the only one who could move around the world to peek and check in on, and resolve the issues of fellow babies over such far distances. This was is power, superpower if you will. Super to any parent, sibling, or aquaintance of a fussy child.

After this first night with the crying French child these visions of children kept on reappearing and so Wilson the SuperInfant amongst infants kept helping resolve their predicaments. This would be a nightly occurrence. If a baby was crying Wilson would resolve it. Be whatever given child be crying about discomfort, lack of food, thirst, loneliness, fear, or for no reason at all Wilson for whatever reason would find a solution to this. Parents around the world were getting better asleep and allowed just a slightly more hands free parenting experience. This satisfied the one year old mind of Wilson Bradley Cooper. He liked doing good for others and knowing that he was assisting others. It made him feel very satisfied even if these actions where being doing completely anonymously. His parents were even unaware of these nightly adventures considering they were always while all were sleeping. They were always just assuming that he was an ideal baby who slept perfect. He was though. It was a wonderful situation for all involved. Wilson spread his good sleep habits to other children allowing family members around the world a night of solace. And it worked as such until one day…

Wilson was doing his nightly routine, Isabelle had just read him the book and said her goodnight saying to him. As he closed his eyes something was different, subtlety very different. He heard a child crying but it was a more distorted cry. This sparked a bit of concern for Wilson. What could this new variable be? For months now he has been on the job and never has this occurred. He quickly took himself to the child.

Tonight the child was a boy in Caracas. A frame above his rocker showed that his name was Raul. He was an older baby, maybe around his second year of earthly life. He was upset for a reason that Wilson saw to be hunger. But he wasn’t sure. Raul the Venezuelan baby had a pacifier in.

A pacifier.

The Coopers did not use pacifiers. They were a thumb family, an all natural pacifier. Wilson had never grown up using one or being very familiar with one. This was his kryptonite. This was his enemy. The inviting and deceitful foreign object trying to take over HIS JOB. Some plastic toy made overseas was taking away what he knew to be correct and fitting. It was intolerable and absolutely horrifying to Wilson, even as a one year old. He felt deceived by his fellow baby. Selling himself out to some artificial piece of appeasement rather than trusting in himself, his parents, nonetheless SuperInfant. More than that even Wilson felt like he was letting his very own friend be deceived. He was hungry and he gets some fake bottle or source of food, too sleepy and disoriented to know better. The lies! Wilson knew the pacifier had to somehow be taken out of the picture, that this Venezuelan baby was going to have to learn how to cope in a natural, healthy manner. So Wilson, SuperInfant, sprung into action.

Wilson quickly pulled the pacifier out of Raul’s mouth.

This was not a clever move. Naturally, as most any baby would, Raul started crying at the sudden and unexpected absence of something providing him comfort for so long.

Wilson was almost tempted to give it back but he knew better. He couldn’t let his fellow comrade continue living with that deceit.

Wilson politely asked him to listen up and stop his upset to listen to his wisdom. Raul did as he was asked after a while, but it was hard for him to settle down. He had already been through quite the distress for a two year old. Wilson explained his logic, he never meaned to deprive Raul or what was providing him with what was supposed to be appeasal. He wanted to show him the right way in which to resolve his sleep issues, in ways that obviously were obviously more successful and promising then the failed pacifier.

“What do you need or want?” urged Wilson. Wilson told the baby that he was there for him and that if he were to need anything at all Wilson could provide it rather than being disappointed by the alleged pacifier. Raul saw what good sense this all made and finally, after a long bit of disapproval resolved to abandon his pacifier and to trust in Wilson.

Wilson did not take this lightheartedly.

Wilson made sure to keep a special ear out every night to make sure that this baby specifically was provided with all that he needed. This baby afterall was brave enough to abandon his old, misguided ways and believing in the natural ability to self sooth or look to others for help. With this new enemy of the pacifier in mind Wilson had to use caution when going on his nightly rounds to help out the children. He knew that his abilities to comfort and resolve problems overcame that of an inanimate object all he had to do was believe in himself and he could continue doing what he loved best, making a child’s night easier and more calm and easygoing while also improving their relationship with their now well rested parent. This was the life that Wilson loved and now, with the confidence in his quest against pacifiers, would continue to withstand for many years to come.