In 2008, My 3yr old daughter was happily singing and bouncing on the trampoline whilst I was hanging out the washing close by. I immediately noticed when all was quiet and quickly looked to see her sitting still and quiet on the side of the trampoline, looking very, very sad. I went to her very quickly asking her what was wrong and she replied that I wasn't her real mummy and she missed her. I asked her why she said that and she replied, "because you're not!" I said gently and lovingly, well you chose me this time and I'm your mummy now. She replied, I know but I miss my old mummy. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged and kissed her lots. Over a period of months, she told me about living with her mother and grandfather in a pink house and that her mother was a 'balleret' dancer. I know she means ballerina. My daughter walks on her toes all the time, like a bad habit because podiatrist says its not good for her calf muscles but I can't get her to stop. She sings beautifully and is a very sweet, gentle, naturally graceful child that loves to dance and spin and twirl with ballet-like movements even though she had never seen ballet dancing then. She was a nervous, anxious frightened child, especially when we went to the city or she was in crowds. She would cling to me and hide behind my legs. She is still a bit timid and can be quick to tears if the situation becomes confronting in any way.