My mom was a professional fitness competitor, so I go into the

Host: The gym is a soft hum of energy, the sound of weights clanking and feet shuffling across the floor. Jack and Jeeny stand by the entrance, their shoes squeaking against the polished floor. It’s early morning, the light from the overhead fluorescents casting long shadows, making the gym feel both intimate and sprawling at the same time. The air is thick with the scent of sweat, determination, and the quiet intensity of people pushing their bodies to the limit. Jeeny takes a deep breath, watching the focused individuals around her.

Jeeny: “Booboo Stewart once said, ‘My mom was a professional fitness competitor, so I go into the gym with her. I train with my dad and mother. It’s embarrassing, because she’s really strong.’” She smiles softly. “Can you imagine having a mom like that, Jack?”

Jack: He chuckles softly, shaking his head as he watches a group of people lifting weights nearby. “That’s gotta be tough. I mean, most people get embarrassed when their parents show up at school or at the park, but having your mom out-lifting you in the gym? That’s next level.”

Jeeny: “It must be a weird feeling, right? Watching your own mother be so powerful. But there’s something really cool about it, too. To have a role model who’s not just strong in terms of physical strength, but in terms of confidence and presence. She’s not just some normal mom, she’s setting a bar for what’s possible.”

Host: The sound of weights clanging fills the air, and the rhythmic breathing of gym-goers is almost hypnotic. Jack’s expression shifts slightly as he ponders the idea of a mother so physically dominant, his gaze still focused on the weights being lifted in the distance.

Jack: “Yeah, it’s one thing to have a mom who’s strong in a physical sense, but it must be humbling, you know? Like, if I was Booboo Stewart, I’d probably feel like I had to work harder just to keep up with her, even though she’s my mom. There’s a kind of embarrassment in having your parent be better than you at something you’re both passionate about.”

Jeeny: “But isn’t that kind of inspiring too? To have someone like that in your life, who doesn’t just teach you how to be strong, but also shows you that strength can take so many forms? It’s not just about physical power, it’s about the mental toughness too. She’s probably teaching him a lot without even saying a word, just by being herself.”

Host: Jeeny’s words land softly in the air between them, as if the weight of her statement settles into the space around them. Jack remains still, absorbing the idea of a parent who isn’t just a figure of authority, but someone who’s breaking barriers of what it means to be strong.

Jack: “True. I mean, I get it. When you have someone around you who challenges your expectations, it kind of forces you to push yourself. But still, I think there’s a little bit of awkwardness when you have to face the fact that your mom can probably out-lift you without even breaking a sweat. There’s this line between respect and a little bit of embarrassment, don’t you think?”

Jeeny: “Sure, I get it. But maybe that’s part of the journey — learning to accept your own vulnerabilities, especially in front of the people who are supposed to make you feel safe. And your mom, she’s pushing you in a way that’s not about competition, but about teaching you that it’s okay to be challenged, and that it’s okay to feel small next to someone who’s better than you. It’s not about being the strongest, it’s about learning from those moments and growing from them.”

Host: The gym is alive with a quiet energy now, the clink of weights, the sound of trainers offering encouragement, and the soft grunts of exertion filling the air. Jack shifts slightly, his expression softening, the tension in his shoulders releasing as he considers the weight of Jeeny's words.

Jack: “I see what you mean. Maybe that’s why people like Booboo Stewart can talk about it so honestly. They know that strength doesn’t just come from lifting heavy weights. It comes from accepting that there will always be someone stronger, someone faster. It’s the humility that comes with that realization that really pushes you to keep going.”

Jeeny: “Exactly. It’s not just about being the best at something. It’s about constantly challenging yourself to improve. And having someone like a mother who’s already reached a high level of strength? That’s the ultimate challenge. You don’t have to beat them, but you do have to keep up.”

Host: The sounds of the gym continue in the background, a constant hum of effort and dedication. Jeeny’s voice remains calm and reflective, her eyes focused on Jack as she watches him process the deeper meaning behind Booboo Stewart’s words.

Jack: “I guess it’s a kind of pressure that doesn’t come with any real expectation. It’s the invitation to be better, to always be working to improve. Maybe that’s the beauty of it. You’re constantly forced to grow, whether you like it or not.”

Jeeny: “And that’s what makes her so powerful — she’s not just teaching him how to lift, she’s teaching him how to handle the moments when life makes you feel small, when you’re facing something bigger than you. It’s about learning how to grow, even when you’re embarrassed or feel like you’re not quite there yet.”

Host: Jack looks at Jeeny, his expression now open and thoughtful, the earlier tension easing into a quiet understanding. The sounds of the gym, the soft whispers of effort, and the presence of their conversation seem to blend, creating a new clarity in the air between them.

Jack: “Maybe that’s what it’s about, then. Strength isn’t just about physical power. It’s about the courage to keep going, even when you feel like you’re not strong enough to handle it.”

Jeeny: “Exactly. Strength is a journey, Jack. It’s about embracing the challenge, no matter where you are in it.”

Host: The gym’s atmosphere hums around them, but inside, there’s a new understanding that has formed. Jack and Jeeny share a quiet look, their words settling into the air, and the world outside continues on — a little more reflective, a little more aware of the strength in vulnerability and the power of humility.