Well, it’s official…I’ve had my first senior moment. I was buying a few things at a local store and the lady asked me if I qualified for the “Senior’s Discount”. I asked what that was, and I could tell she was choosing her words carefully just in case she made an assumption about my age that was incorrect. “If you’re 55 years and over you get a 20% discount on your purchase today.”
Well, a 20% discount would save me a bit of money so even though it pained me to admit the truth, I said, “I’m a senior.”
I’ve been in denial for a couple of years, even though I happily admit to being a Grandma, I don’t think about that as being synonymous with being a senior. I always thought a “senior” was someone WAY older than me now. I’m just WAY too young to be a senior! But as I looked at the receipt that read: “SOLD TO: Senior”, I could almost feel a few gray hairs sprout as I left the store.
Ironically the items I purchased today were make-up products and believe it or not, they were all advertised as having “anti-aging” ingredients. It won’t reverse the signs of aging, just cover it up a bit…or so I thought. Obviously it didn’t fool the lady at the counter because she had no trouble determining I was a “senior” regardless of any make-up I wore.
When I got home I thought about the encounter and took a good, long look in the mirror and had to smile. I told someone the other day that I would NEVER want to go back in time and be a teenager or a young adult again. I made a lot of mistakes during those years; I learned those lessons and I feel no need to repeat them. If I am totally honest, I’m completely and wonderfully comfortable in this season of my life.
I’ve got a few wrinkles and yes, some gray hairs but I wear them like a badge of honour. I’ve earned them! I intend to earn a head full of them before I’m done.
“Gray hair is a crown of glory; it is gained in a righteous life.” (Proverbs 16:31)