As the tail end of this column says, I’ve authored a bunch of books for children. A fresh title published each year my own celebrated a birthday. Till the son blew the candles on his 12th party cake and, grown up and gruff with a throaty new voice, firmly advised: “Stop writing for us, ok. You can’t tell what’s going on in ouru00a0heads anymore.”

“Of course,” I agreed aloud. To myself I murmured, “But I still have intuition.” I thought that with confidence. Strange, because parenting comes with no handy DIY manual and is a scary space where we’re grateful to grab every scrap of help. Nudging intuition can be that most powerful tool in the parental kit. Dig deep to reap. More than eyes in the back of one’s head, this is 360 degrees x-ray vision. It’s about acting on signs received, the beauty of the unconscious at work.