Tonight I had to go to my outdoor exercise class.
I was not particularly enthused as I was going to drop the bombshell on the trainer that August was my last month. I have been going for five years so it is not unreasonable to make a change but I felt really anxious about it all. You know, the whole not wanting to make someone even remotely bothered.
My son was sitting at the table eating his dinner when we had the following discussion.
Me: Do you get anxious when you have do tell someone something you don't want to? Or do something you just don't want to?
Son: Yes. Of course I do.
(Followed by "dumb question mum" stare)
Me: I have to tell the trainer I am finishing in August and I feel bad about it.
Son: Well, just get it over and done with. That is all you can do.
(Followed by "glad you are feeling the angst mum" stare)
Me: Do you think it is easier being a teenager and having your parents help you out when you sometimes have to do things you don't want to?
Son: Ah, not with parents like I have who say "sometimes in life you have to do things you don't want to". I guess this is one of those times for you Mum isn't it?
(Followed by smug smirk)
Me: Er, yes. It is one of those times. I just have to be a grown up and deal with it.
Son: Yeah. Deal with it Mum. That's what life is about isn't it?
Thanks for giving me the advice I have given to you over the years sonny boy.
Anyway, I told her. It was not that bad.
She is also a grown up so deals with stuff.