Loss of Babyhood

I'm a silly, silly girl I tell myself. I have two beautiful children and yet I feel incredibly sad at this moment in time. I'm also very happy but it is all very confusing as I watch my little girl grow up. She marches around the house with a swagger and demands things of everyone at the top of her lungs. She uses hand gestures and manerisms that make her seem more like 16 than 2. At the edge of 3, I've realized that she is no longer a baby. Not only that, she is my last baby and I'll never get to hold my own flesh and blood, fresh from my body for the first time and feel that intense moment of falling in love. I am not needed in the way that I was. I know, they still need me desperately and probably will for at least 20 more years. If for nothing else than to pay their bills. But somehow it isn't the same as the baby years. And while I am so excited to see them grow up and they are so funny and fun as little people, I wish I could capture that moment in time in all senses. Instead, I'm left with photos and videos that somehow don't quite cut it.