When I arrived at the crossroads of self-assessment, I felt
relieved as though I’d finished another fun aerobics class
or conclusion of one more session with my personal
In retrospect I remember my gym days especially due to
the fact my combo instructor – personal trainer was a
loved family member, my youngest son.
Five to six days per week after classes I overheard an
enormous amount of positive chit-chat from women
in the locker room ’bout their favorite instructor.
‘Women of all ages love a handsome man with a good
Hilarious to me was how the title role ‘Mom’ had been
given to another with graying hair, an assumption.
Although class participants knew Mom showed up on a
daily basis, they never inquired as to which older woman
was actually the instructor’s mother.
For months my son and I played out this ‘unknown truth’
scenario quite well and then the unexpected happened,
Some ladies were quite embarrassed due to descriptive
adjectives spoken betwixt them in conversations and
thought it necessary to apologize to me.
Reflecting back my thoughts were:
- I’m thrilled you ladies love my son.
- Your hilarious comments weren’t offensive to me.
We all shared a good laugh!!
Twenty-four years ago he decided to follow his dream.
His move overseas left me filled with mixed emotions.
The past month when amid my exercises on self-love
I learned it was okay to feel both happy and sad about
Some decisions a parent has to often unwillingly accept.
For me acceptance changed to acceptance with gratitude.