Giving this a try…

I remember being about 10 years old when I first read “Are you there God? It’s me, Margaret”. I read it both in admiration and in complete awe of situations that were so foreign to me. My imagination raced as I imagined owning a cashmere sweater like the one Judy Blume describes Margaret carefully selecting to wear, and boggled by the complexity of having to choose a belt for the pads she now had to wear. I still don’t understand that. Maybe that’s why that book stayed with me all those years. The same feelings of awe, confusion, admiration teetering between the familiar and the foreign are feelings that I find myself looping through over and over again. It’s as if I’m always in this “coming of age” narrative. Just a different age every time. I’m figuring out the nuances of life as a girl, woman, mom, motherhood, smart lady, consumer, person of the earth … all of that. I don’t always get it right and sometimes the only way to move past things is reflection and a good laugh. So, It’s me, Vero … blogging about all these nuances of my life as I continue to come of age.  I hope that my reflections can help anyone out there that might be going through the same thing know they are not alone and at least have a good laugh or cry about it together.