I was quite affected by the OP. I adore my daughter - have been besotted from day one, in spite of never seeing myself as the mother of girls (Like Leticia's mum, I was, and still am, a terrible tomboy). She is a lovely girl, the mother of my only grandson, we are close, and I love to spend time with her, but there is always an invisible line with 'don't cross here, mum' on it. If we fall out, and we have occasionally, it is definitely NOT a case of 'let not the sun go down on your wrath'! So I keep any criticisms to myself and tread carefully where necessary. I was talking to a friend this week, who has daughters and she is the same. My son, on the other hand, is very like me. We have a lot more in common, and the same tastes in books, and some music, and I don't have to tread on eggshells with him. He will ask for advice - something my daughter will never do - even though he doesn't always take it. I will ask him for advice. I have been through a lot with him - he lost his first wife after a few years of marriage - and I have seen all his raw edges. He wears his heart on his sleeve, so you always know where you are with him, and my daughter very definitely doesn't. But he is married and that adds another dimension to our relationship. As the saying goes "your son is your son 'till he takes him a wife; your daughter's your daughter for all of her life" (with luck and a following wind!).