There are certain rites of passage we all go thru as we age.
The first time we realize our doctor is younger than we are (not the Urgent Care doc we end up in a room with thinking we are in the peds department – with another patient- not the MD) – but your every day doctor.
My doctor is younger than me. By a lot. And while I’m not real thrilled about her staff (2 of whom are my age actually) – I really like my doctor.
For the first time, my president is younger than me. By almost 9 years. A generation.
When Clinton was elected (Clinton is 6 years, one month and 9 days older than me)– my Highly Significant Other at the time was 10 years older than me (I assume he still is, unless he’s pulled a Benjamin Button on us). That made him 4 years older than Clinton. Still the same generation, but younger. It was a significant moment for my friend, as it is for me now.
Maybe more significant…………..the president’s daughters are younger than my GRAND-daughters.
MMMMMMMM………….