Perhaps because he is a different person and my daughter is a lot like me. Not at all that she has a vagina - but rather that my husband, daughter and I share interests, and my son is the odd duck out. We are readers, he is an athlete. We like smart media consumption, to him, the height of cinema is The Hangover Two. He’s musical, we have tin ears. He is just a different person - not bad or good - just different.
Have I done self reflection - well, he’s adopted - yes, fifteen years of self reflection on nature vs. nurture and whether I should have forced him to go to Sunday school or if allowing him to develop his own values was a good decision.