Motherhood means I get to prep my baby for maturity. But lately I’ve been painfully missing that totally dependent baby who used to sleep next to me every night. Here’s a poem about that and my longing to experience it again.


Wait, wait.
Wasn’t this just yesterday?
Mini-breaths blowing in my face
held between two dimpled hands
listening to JJ Heller’s album—
God reminding me then
the sweetness of that season,
even in that season.

But like the sweetest aroma
that at once fills nostrils and lungs
this scent must soon flee
and become…a memory,
a piercing longing.
Could I taste those moments again
in salty tears
I’d be feasting.

This baby loses her gummy smile
and sense of absolute dependence,
but I gain the arms of God
which gently carry those with young
and wrap around the hearts of them
who long but tarry
to carry again.

Quina Aragon

Quina Aragon

Quina Aragon's articles, poems, and spoken word videos have been featured on The Gospel Coalition, Risen Motherhood, Journey Women, Fathom Mag, and The Witness: BCC. She resides in Tampa, FL with her husband Jon and beautiful, three-year-old daughter. Quina's first children's book, Love Made, is a poetic retelling of the creation story that highlights God as the Trinity, humans as His image bearers, and children as a delightful gift.

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