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)