Who is that Lady?

by Ronnie

It has finally happened.....my Mother lives in my mirror.

I was in my doctor's office the other day and asked him about these little brown dots on my hands, and he said these things should be expected , as WE grow older. Seems that they are called 'liver spots'. WTH? On closer inspection, these are not my hands at all, but those of my Mother. What kind of 'Quack' is this, my liver is not in my hands!

So I return home and run to my mirror, this would be the high-powered magnifying one in my bathroom. Lo and behold, here is my Mother's face staring back at me. Now don't get me wrong, I loved my Mother so very much, but I really don't think she needs to be hanging out in my mirror. I see she has a puppet friend with her named, Howdy Doody, who has two little lines from the side of his lips heading toward his chin. What's going on here, and when did all this happen?

Upon further examination, just where did this 'wild hair' on my chin come from, it wasn't there yesterday? I guess Grizzly Adams will be showing up next. It's probably time to attach a tweezers to a chain and hook it through a belt loop for these kind of emergency's, while I'm out and about.

To put it all in a nutshell, there's a party of old people going on in my mirror, and the YOUNG Ms. Ronnie was not invited. I pluck, I wax, I moisturize, I mud-pack, I dye, and look again. I'm still not there. Maybe a little make-up will help, but am I supposed to put it on my hands too? By the way, I won't even discuss little pot-belly's, trying on bathing suits, or the beginnings of a double chin... Mmmmmk?

I've always taken good care of my body, but I realize, this is just a preview of the lovely things yet to come. Actually, not too bad, considering the alternative, for I have laughed, and played in the glorious sunshine for many years, with no regrets. All and all, I have had the richest of treasures by earning these graying hairs and wrinkles, and smiling all the way to my grave someday.


I now know why my Mother called her make-up bag, her 'Bag Of Tricks".

What's going on in YOUR mirror, and how do you contend with it?

Wishing my friends the happiest of days, as I begin removing mirrors around my home.