This may be my current favorite song:
I tend to think that in fiction and art, father-son narratives are broadly about combat, and father-daughter relationships are about unexpected tenderness. Maybe it’s both easier to see yourself in the parent of your own gender and harder to accept the similarities that exist between you, while there’s some strangeness and wonder in finding yourself in a parent or child that is inherently physically different from you. It’s why I love those crooked narratives about women and their fathers that combine violence and great love, whether it’s Hit-Girl outliving Big Daddy or Brad Wolgast, gone and monstrous though he might be, returning for Amy in The Passage. This is one of the few mother-son examples that has that tenderness and fierceness.