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  • I've always been a sucker for the first day of school.

    As a child, I loved the hope and potential that fresh, clean notebooks offered. New beginnings, new opportunities.

    As a teacher, I loved meeting my new students, eager or nervous or disinterested. New relationships, new a-ha moments.

    And now, as a parent, I love walking my daughter to class, sending her off into this new world that is all her own. Not Mummy's or Daddy's or baby brother's, but Poppy's. The thirst for learning that is quenched there. The chance to make new friendships with her classmates. The opportunity to develop relationships with other adults, particularly adults who are different to Mummy and Daddy.

    And I really love having a little more time to myself. To think. To dream. To write. To photograph. To learn!

    To remember how to be Kate again.
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