Yesterday, for the first time, I felt how lonely it can be when one's children are of the opposite gender.
Not only am I the lone girl here, but no one really happens to share any of my natural interests. The boys take after their dad in that way. (Hello technology, mechanics, etc.)
I think I didn't notice until now because, without realizing it, I've been happy to enter their world and enjoy it as much as I can. Except I think I've sort of hit a wall. I'm tired of extending myself. It's a bit of a one-way street.
I'm not sure how things will play out, but shoot. I'm a little sad. Books are about the one and only passion the boys and I share now (which is a lovely, life-long hobby), but discussion isn't high on their list...
Perhaps we'll find other things, but I can't deny that it would be nice to have someone in my immediate family to share my interests with, namely art and making things.