Why Can't I Turn Into My Mother Like Everyone Else?

I have the grey hair.

I lose my keys.

I sound like her on the phone.

And I have a big smile.

I worry about my weight.

I wear only one type of outfit (hers is pullover dresses, mine is jeans and t-shirt.)

I like to read.

And I like everybody. Even "characters."

But I don't laugh at tense situations.

I don't know what to do when my children melt down.

I don't control my words.

I don't look on the bright side like she does.

I don't keep at it until I fix it.

I don't think I can figure it out myself.

I don't see the real-life applications of scripture stories.

My kids don't know I adore them the way I knew my mother adored me.

Why can't I turn into my mother?

Everyone else turns into their mother.

If I can't turn into her, why I can't I at least be the woman she thinks I am?