Part two of my frog and holiday story….
A loving gift from my mother: a ceramic frog. Kind of like this one, minus the crown:
The message: as soon as you find your prince, I will paint a crown on it for you.
Are you flipping kidding? A loving holiday gift turned into an anxiety-provoking quasi threat to get my act together and find myself a man to marry.
Again, why am I only a worthy female if I can find myself a good husband? What if my purpose in life is to do something better with my life than get married? Will I then be banished to a distant land filled with women that live with 50 cats named after old boyfriends?
Why isn’t success in my career good enough…Why can’t I have my happily ever after without a prince?