A Real Mom

Wow I am about to be a Mom of two three year olds. My babies are going to be three in about three weeks. I can barely believe that time has gone so fast. I feel like it was yesterday I felt them move inside of my body.
I was putting pictures in albums this weekend, trying to catch up to "real time" and I was looking at their baby pictures. The cutey outfits, the buntings, the rattles and swings. I feel melancholy when I see those picture, remembering how little and cute they were. I feel like even though I was so trying to be in the moment and archive little moments in my memory forever, knowing how precious they were, I lost some of them.
Like I don't remember deep enough.

Now they are grown people with attitudes, wants and opinions. They don't need to hold my hand anymore to gain balance, they don't need me to spoon them every bit of the day. They do their own thing, and I go along for the ride.
Yesterday when I came downstairs my daughter said "Hi Tuesday" instead of hi mommy. I wonder where she comes up with these things.
They are going to be three, officially toddlers. Wow.
They remembered that I told them when they are three they can go to school like their cousins.
My daughter said "Mommy, I go to school and you can come with me" I told her that I couldn't come with them, that they will have to go to school by themselves and I will be there when school is over. My son then said "we go to school and you stay here and cry because you miss us, ok mommy?".
Oh god, how would they know that is what I will be doing. But them I thought, how could they not know.
They know me as much as I know them, and that is all I can ask for at this moment.