There is something quietly profound about watching a two-year-old discover the world. The way they study a leaf. The way they laugh before they have language for what is funny. The way they reach for you, not because they need something specific, but because you are their entire context for what is safe and what is real. And then you look up from that moment and remember what world they are growing up in. And you feel two things at once — wonder and a weight you cannot quite