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After nearly fifty years in the literary world, Judy Blume continues to inspire with her new releases, yet her legacy seems to be fading—at least through the eyes of my daughter. An imaginative 10-year-old, she is an avid reader, eagerly consuming books like Tuck Everlasting and Junie B. Jones. However, none of the beloved Judy Blume titles from my own childhood have captured her attention.
By the time I was her age, I had already immersed myself in classics like Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret and Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing. It felt as though I had entered a secret society—a club where everyone who read Blume’s works shared a deeper understanding of adolescence. There was this girl in my fifth-grade class who, despite her quirky fashion choices, was reading Blubber. Suddenly, I saw her differently. We both recognized the real-life Wendy in our classroom; we shared a silent agreement on the truths that Blume so brilliantly articulated.
And then there was Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret. I read it twice before it was due back at the library and later purchased my own copy through Scholastic. I would skip watching reruns of Gilligan’s Island with my siblings to escape into my room, surrounded by Holly Hobbie dolls and sipping grape Kool-Aid, completely engrossed in a story that felt like it was written just for me. While my friends plastered their walls with posters of Shaun Cassidy and John Travolta, I fantasized about meeting Judy Blume, convinced she’d be just as eager to meet her young admirer.
One of the core reasons I connected with Blume’s stories was my upbringing in a strict fundamentalist Christian environment. At 10, I was told I couldn’t watch movies or wear pants. My mother, who had grown up Catholic, had inadvertently led us into this world that felt foreign, and I often found myself observing it from the outside. As I grew older, the suffocating silence around topics like sex and the challenges of growing up only heightened my sense of isolation. Why should I have to conform to wearing skirts while navigating the complexities of adolescence? I rebelled by seeking out skorts, and as my body changed, I began to feel that Margaret was my true companion, paving the way for discussions about the very questions I had.
I want my daughter to discover that these queries about growing up are not new; they’ve been explored by generations of girls before her. I’ll be patient, though. Everyone develops at their own pace, and perhaps she isn’t quite ready for Blume’s works yet—or maybe it’s just that I, her unexciting mother, suggested them. In time, she’ll come to know Ms. Blume. After all, it took her three years of constant exposure to the Beastie Boys before she finally warmed up to their music.
Conclusion
In conclusion, preserving Judy Blume’s legacy is essential for future generations. Her ability to articulate the trials of growing up provides a crucial resource for young girls navigating their own journeys. Just like the tools available for home insemination, such as the Cryobaby Home Intracervical Insemination Syringe Kit or the Impregnator At-Home Insemination Kit, Blume’s works offer guidance and support. For those interested in the journey to parenthood, the Mayo Clinic’s resource on IVF is an excellent reference.
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