My Gym Mommy Treats Me Like A Kid-

“I know I can be…overbearing,” Melissa admitted. “I guess I see myself as the person who helps everyone get there. My mom did that for me—she’d pack snacks for my games, nag me about stretches, make sure I wore sunscreen. That’s how I learned to be loving. Sometimes I forget not everyone wants a caretaker.”

Jenna laughed—partly because the stew smelled good and partly because the joke of it was obvious. She opened the container and felt the odd relief of being wanted; it was not always unwelcome. She started to see that the relationship was becoming its own hybrid: friend, coach, small-town aunt, someone who enjoyed dishing out care as much as she enjoyed lifting. My Gym Mommy Treats Me Like A Kid-

So yes. She treats me like a kid. She reminds me to drink water. She scolds me for skipping warm-up sets. She once made me apologize to a piece of equipment I dropped. “I know I can be…overbearing,” Melissa admitted