A survey, mainly conducted in my head, has found that we are happy to joke about getting older because, secretly, we know we still look fine…and if not fine, okay. Let’s agree on passable.
Until the day we can’t even manage passable without an intervention, duck tape and builders’ plaster.
Until the day you catch your reflection in your child’s eyes the first time she hears the phrase all women end up looking like their mothers. I can’t remember now if my own daughter started vomiting on hearing that news or demanded an immediate DNA test. Maybe she was vomiting while being DNA tested.