Yesterday in the waiting room at a therapist’s office, I met a chatty 4-year old. I told his parents he reminded me so much of my son five years ago. His mother sat up a little straighter. She turned to face me directly. She asked me to imagine I could go back and advise myself five years ago, knowing what I know now, what would I recommend? What has worked for my kid, helped him? I looked into her pleading, searching, anxious face. She got out a pen. I noticed her jovial, relaxed husband’s face, too. (And I immediately indulged in the assumption he was bathing in male privilege as the not-in...