My Grandpa, I think, had a special sympathy toward my husband because he raised four girls, too. They understood each other without ever having to say a word…and my husband is convinced that this situation is the reason my grandfather so dearly loved spending time in his shop and checking on his cows.
Despite the slow, steady, passive-aggressive takeover of estrogen in our family, though, my husband has never felt or acted as though he could not share the things that interest him with our children.
