I looked at her and said, "Mom, I think I'm old enough to take care of my own sleep routine. Can I please just have a normal glass of water?"
Gym Mommy is a fitness enthusiast. She spends at least two hours at the gym every day, and her diet consists of nothing but protein shakes and salads. She's always been health-conscious, but over the years, it's become an obsession. She's even started selling essential oils and fitness supplements online, which she claims have helped her achieve her fitness goals.
She looked at me with a confused expression, like she didn't understand why I was resisting her help. "But sweetie, this will help you sleep so much better. It's got lavender and chamomile. It's good for you." My Gym Mommy Treats Me Like A Kid-
I felt like I was going to lose it. "Mom, stop! I'm 25 years old. I can take care of myself. You don't have to feed me like a baby anymore."
But she just smiled and said, "I'm just trying to help, sweetie. You need to take care of your body. Now, go ahead and finish your snack. And don't forget to drink your water." I looked at her and said, "Mom, I
I sighed and finished the snack, feeling like a kid again. I know she means well, but sometimes I wish she could just treat me like an adult.
I'm 25 years old, and I still live with my mom. I know, I know, it's not the most ideal situation, but I've been trying to get back on my feet after college and mom offered to let me stay with her until I get settled. The thing is, my mom - whom I lovingly refer to as "Gym Mommy" - has a hard time treating me like an adult. She's always been health-conscious, but over the years,
I took a deep breath and tried to explain. "Mom, I appreciate it. But sometimes I feel like you're treating me like a kid. I'm 25 years old. I can make my own decisions about my health and wellness. Can we find a balance here?"
The other day, I came home from work and she was in the living room, sipping on a protein shake. She looked up at me and said, "Okay, sweetie, I made you a healthy snack. You need to refuel after a long day at work." And she handed me a container of cottage cheese and fruit.
I was taken aback. "Uh, thanks, mom. But I'm good. I had lunch already." I tried to brush it off.
We had a good talk, and I think we're starting to find that balance. She's still my Gym Mommy, and I love her for it. But I'm glad we're working on me becoming a healthier, more independent adult - in her eyes, at least.