These Things I Know, V

Summer is here for us, and I find myself with so many things to do, I’m starting to feel overwhelmed. I’m not quite sure who is going where and when he or she is going, or who is coming over, or what needs to be bought or . . . well, you get the gist. Which leaves me in a state of “What the hell do I know?” In times like that, I hold tightly to all the things I do know.

I will probably never understand why my parents do the things they do or make the choices they make, but they are adults and I must respect their choices. Even when I don’t agree with those choices.

If, however, my parents make a choice that will endanger one of them, I know that I will step in and try to ameliorate the situation. Thankfully, I have the two best sidekicks ever (thanks, G and T) and we’d be able to kick some serious butt.

I have a handful of really good friends who come through in a pinch. They know who they are, and I think it’s important for me to say thank you to them. I’m not always the best at maintaining friendships. I know I need to work harder at some of them.

The church we (sometimes) attend means well, but even if we had a magic song to promote peace (as they sung about at mass today), there is no way we’d all come together. In order to do that, we need to look at each other as humans. We need to look beyond gender, skin color, ethnicity, religious preference, sexuality, and anything else that people focus on to separate us all. We need to remember that people are people.

When I’m stressed, I reach for chocolate, which means I’m more like my mother than I’d care to admit.

Chocolate can cure heartache as well as many other ills, at least in the short term.

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Christina Consolino is a mother, dreamer, author, editor and teacher from Dayton, Ohio. She's a member of the Plot Sisters and teaches Anatomy & Physiology at Sinclair Community College. She writes literary women's fiction, personal essays and more.