I saw a toddler in a parent's arms today. He threw himself forward, as they do, and was promptly caught in mid air, halfway down to the ground, by his ever-aware father. It struck me more than ever, their intrinsic trust at that age. They know nothing other than that they will be caught. I wondered how many misses it would take to strip them of this trust, and I suspected it would only be one. And then I realised just how tenuous that trust is, in that case. To think we can fuck it all up with just one mistake.
