The word “senior” has a prominent place in my life at the moment, but with a variety of meanings. At age ninety, my mom is a senior. At age seventeen, my son is also a senior.
In my life at this moment, senior means both Medicare statements and college applications.
Senior means a skilled living facility and classes in two different school buildings.
Senior means rock star parking with my mom’s official hangtag and a photo of my son in a tux.
Senior means being old and disabled enough to be excuse from jury duty and being a smidgen too young to vote, yet.
Senior means more difficulty eating and the ability to consume pizza without end.
Senior means fewer choices every day and more decisions to make.
Senior means spending hours every day reminiscing on the past and hours every day looking to the future.
Senior means discounts with an ID.
Senior meaning so many things at once means I’m still in the sandwich generation.