The Frog Princess

I have inherited many things from my mother. We are mistaken in childhood pictures and in crowded room. I talk with my hands just like she does. We live in the same city, go to the same church. We are in the same book club. I talk in analogies just like she does. One needs to see a movie store inventory of movies to know what we are talking about, and a book shelf of books. However, there are surprising other amounts of similarities. One of my sisters this week explained how hard it is to relate to others at times as mouthed by my mother. My mother and I have lived a completely different life. We have found ourselves in the same spot at certain seasons of our lives. I am going to steal her recent analogy. I feel like a toad in the moat waiting to talk to the princess and we cannot speak the same language. How will we ever live in the same world? Yes, I am the frog or toad waiting in the moat. I am trying to love the swamp.