I stared at the screen. Taking in the words of the columnist.
She was honest. Brutally honest. She doesn't like children.
Or more specifically, she doesn't like having children come to her house.
A house with lots of corners, knick knacks and breakables. A house with adult conversation, complete with beverages.
It's not that she hasn't had kidlets come to her home, it's just that she's realized she would rather have adult time sans children - at home, or when meeting friends at restaurants.
I completely understand. There's time, like this week, I crave adult company. I want to be with my friends, to talk about things in a non-censored way (ya know, without worrying about little ears hearing, then spreading tales).
But her decision to limit children's reach into her home and life saddens me.
It seems cold, and frankly empty - or at least void of how I view life.
I love watching children laugh. Two weeks ago, I spent several hours taking photos at the daddy daughter dance, known as ties and tiaras.
I had so much fun watching the girls interact with their dads, grandpas, uncles and special friends.
There was lots of twirling girls, showcasing giggles, smiles and more. It was fun to see them simply enjoy life.
I've also had fun interviewing kidlets - some as young as pre-k or kindergarten, for a variety of stories.
It never fails to amaze me the wisdom often found within the mind of a kidlet.
Kids view the world through a different lens - one that is often filled with wonder, without the jaded, ragged edges of adulthood.
The writer even went as far as to classify her friends as "breeder" and "non breeder" saying she might come across as a jerk to those with children, for her unusual public stance.
As i read the article, I stopped to think about life.
As most know, I married in my early 40s. I haven't been blessed to have a child of my own - well, at least physically.
Instead, I've been blessed to have a "village of others", that I call mine.
Kidlets, who have come into my life for a variety of reasons - some through work, either in the church or newspaper, and others, because of friendships.
Last weekend, I hugged one of my kidlets. She's now a high school graduate, ready to head off to school to become a nurse.
As we parted, I reminded her "anytime, anywhere, anything." It's a mantra I've used for more than a decade.
I've told kidlets in my life, to remember that anytime, anywhere, anything - they can call me.
The calls can be simply, I just wanted to say hi. Or they can delve deeper into life, and deal with internships, careers, or even relationships.
I've said two caveats to the statement. The first, is, you can tell me anything - and I'll go with you when you tell your parents. The second, if it involves bail, we'll talk (usually with a laugh).
Unlike the author, I cannot imagine life without having kidlets being a part of it.
My house is always a mess, my car equally so, and I live in a crazy, work-filled world.
But I always want kidlets to know, they are welcomed and loved.
I've seen too many adults throw kidlets away, discarded as easily as yesterday's trash.
I'd rather be one of those adults who catches them, brushes them off, and watch as they blossom into adulthood.
Because frankly, life is too short to live without the joy of kidlets.
Kaylea M. Hutson-Miller is the managing editor of The Grove Sun and Delaware County Journal. Have an idea for a column or story? She can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org or 918-786-2228.