My younger brother just turned 48 this week. I am 55. Yes, I am 7 years older and at our ages 7 years can do a lot to a body. I am about 75% gray in the hair now. I don’t dye my hair as I see no point to it. I have earned those grays! Some were gifted to me by my children as I raised them, and some were self-inflicted. I show them off proudly. I do look older than I am, I always have. This came in very handy when going out with friends when I was young. I could pass right through the door at bars without having to show ID while my friends had to whip out their driver’s licenses to prove their age. Now, it’s not so great. Who wants to look 65 when you are 55?
Due to illness, my brother can’t drive, so I take him to all of his appointments. Everywhere we go, it is assumed I am his mother. The doctors, nurses, the nice lady at H&R Block where my brother gets his taxes done. All assume I am his mother. He gets a kick out of it. I thought it funny the first time, but each additional time it happens, the humor diminishes. I think it might be time to dye my hair and really try to get into a bit better shape. It just sounds like an awful lot of work to me!
Another option would be to get a T-Shirt that says “NO! I am NOT his mother!” printed in bold letters. Then, when the inevitable happens, and someone politely asks if mom is going to join him, I can snarl and point to my shirt!
What do you think? Dye job or T-Shirt and a snarl?