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?"
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.
When I was younger, it was cute. She'd make me healthy snacks and pack my lunch for school. But now, she still talks to me like I'm 10 years old. She constantly reminds me to eat my veggies, to drink enough water, and to get enough sleep. I mean, I appreciate the concern, but come on, I'm a grown adult.
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 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."