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The day my daughter finished primary school, we got ready as normal. Ate breakfast, and with radio playing, just as we were away to leave the house, a song came on.When I Grow Up, from the musical Matilda.As a wee one, my eldest watched Matilda on repeat. Transfixed by the story. The characters. The warmth of Miss Honey. The awfulness of Miss Trunchbull. The ridiculousness of her parents… she stood with blue bow in hair. Taking it all in.World Book Days (Wild Book Days, as she called them!) ….. always Matilda.We have mugs still, of Matilda, to drink from. Hot chocolates and pasta in a cup. Always these mugs.We had T-shirt and drawing books. Fancy dress. Duvet cover sets with matching pillow case. We had stickers and pencils and rubbers and keyrings.We went to see the musical when it visited the Playhouse in Edinburgh. A train ride with one of her besties.Then she got that little bit older… and she left primary school. Which feels like a lifetime ago, but was, just the other week.And the song played.When I Grow Up.It’ll always be one of her songs to me. Marking the passage of time, and the loves of her life.The wonderful story of Matilda, being one of her first.
