It can only come from your mother. No one else would be neither quite as frank nor as public and get away with it.
No one else can remind you that you are after all a daughter and not a grown up with a demanding nay even influential job where you are respected and dare I say it…admired, even if it is only in select circles.
So on Christmas day surrounded by loving family she has to come out with it.
"Darling, why don’t you dye your hair?"
I snorted on the gravy and nearly choked unbecomingly on my Christmas turkey.
"It would be so much nicer if you dyed your hair."
I was bewildered. My hair has served me well for 45 years and now she says there is something wrong with it!
"I just preferred your hair when you dyed it."
Now I did dye my hair a few years ago when it first started to go grey but I didn’t think my mother cared one way or the other. And then it dawned on me.
My hair had got too grey!
She wanted me to dye my hair not because it looked better for me to have dark glossy hair but that it was an affront to her to see me with grey hair. Effectively forcing her to admit that she was no longer as young as SHE once was…
However, I must say she may have a point. I am far too young to have grey hair and only the other day someone thought she and I were sisters so perhaps it is in my own best interest….