While status is “divorce”, “single” or “baby momma”, my potential suitors are none…. My bed is not empty. My soul and heart are not cold or vacant…. But rather filled with love and joy. My bed is not empty.

Last night I tuck myself in my queen bed after putting the kids to sleep. I fall asleep alone.
Before going to sleep, I reflect on my day. It has been a good day! I don’t have someone to share it with though. While flipping through channels searching for a movie on cable…. I do miss the conversation of the daily run down..with someone significant in my life. No nearby family, small handful of friends in the New York area with remainder of my friends sprinkled throughout the states. Oh well. Maybe I will share when I catch up with my girlfriends or family on the phone tomorrow. I fall asleep satisfied with my filling day but feel alone.

I wake up at 3 am to my daughter’s chants for her mother. She gradually climbs up in my bed with her blankie in tow. She nestles her head and falls asleep on my shoulder. Her wanting to feel secured by laying by her mother fulfills the emptiness in my heart that was there maybe five hours ago.

I wake up again to the hallway light as my son leaves his room and I feel a huge plop on the bed. There goes any plans of sleeping in. Followed by my daughter’s screech of delight to see her brother. At that moment as we begin switching channels to search for a morning family movie….. I realize my bed is not empty. In fact it is filled and at capacity with bundles of love and joy. My start of the day is pleasant and the vacancy in my heart is occupied by my sprouts.