Age shall not weary them
I had opportunity over the weekend to visit my parents. The occasion for such a visit was my Mother's 60th Birthday - and a hoot and a holler it was destined to be.
Some months ago my Mother decided to start teasing me by saying that I would be 40 soon. I did try and point out that, firstly, 40 is still a good few years away, and secondly, that that would mean that she was the mother of a 40 year old - and perhaps that was a thought worth contemplating. Surprisingly, she laughed it off saying, "Well, that doesn't matter - I am old".
It is at this point that I should draw attention to the fact that my mother is a stage entertainer (singer/guitarist etc), and it is a well known fact that although Sean Connery might still get it on in his 70's and an aged Paul Newman might still set hearts a-racing - women do not get the same treatment in their senior years. A few years ago my mother asked me what age I thought she could pass for. At the time she was in her early 50's, and was a good looking 50-something. But she wanted to claim that she was mid-40's. I tried to tell her that wouldn't it be better to be considered a good looking 50-something year old, rather than a haggard mid-40 year old. I think my argument may have landed on deaf ears - rational thought has never necessarily been a strong suit in my family.
But, on Saturday night, she frocked up - looking fabulous - and was the belle of her ball. It seemed that she was truly ok with turning 60.
Cut to Sunday afternoon at the airport, over a cup of coffee before I was about to fly back home, she leaned in and said, "Now tell me honestly, do you think I should get a facelift?".
Oh yeah, she is fine with her age.
Postscript.... During the course of the weekend, my mother did exclaim that she wished I could be more lady-like. What the fuck?