I recently complimented a friend at church on her sassy, new haircut. She replied, “Oh thank you girl. I had to do something, because when l looked in the mirror, I was seeing my mama!” That led into a brief conversation about the surprising and sometimes disappointing realities of life after forty. (I need reading glasses more and more.) Please don’t get the wrong impression, friends. Overall, I embrace my age and the aging process as a gift from God, although I confess that I often forget the exact number of that gift, and have to do the math. My motto is, “when I stop getting older, then it means I’m dead!” (Having said that, please don’t get mad at me if you hear me joking about being 29 and holding… I told you I have a hard time remembering the exact number!) Just because you see your body changing and slowing, you don’t have to give in to the notion that the rest of life is downhill after forty or fifty. Aside from getting a new haircut, here are a few simple ways that you can make your mama stop staring back at you when you look in the mirror.