I suspect they do.
A couple weeks ago I was struggling to find some articles to cite for a mock experiment presentation. So I sent an email to my mother whose job it is find information for researchers and whoever else. About five minutes later I got exactly what I needed: useful search terms.
She hadn't responded. She'd not even read my email yet.
This isn't unusual. I often figure out the answer to a question while I am asking it. But I figured it was some sort of parent-child telepathic link.
Then I ran out of topics to write about. Well, topics I could write about. I had a few, but they got nowhere. So I did what anyone else would do, I sent a sad email to Larisa about having nothing to say and requesting ideas. And then I had more ideas. But I never got a response. Never sent it.
Clearly mothers have the magical ability to tell us what we need to know, without us asking, as if they are some sort of mystical oracles.
And somehow, they always known what gifts to buy.
Have a Merry Christmas!
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