Lisa, of Grown and Flown, writes: My kids shared a single bedroom. It was a big bedroom and they are all boys, so for our family it worked. One of my greatest joys was listening to their chatter at night as they joked and laughed, ridiculed each other endlessly or, on a good day, helped each other with homework. Often there was the thudding sound of a ball banging against a hard surface and the inevitable crash of a desk lamp.
When the older two left for college, those joyous sounds were silenced. One teenage boy alone in a room, with an iPod and headphones can be very quiet….and then one day I heard it and for a moment it was all there again. I heard my youngest son laughing and chatting with his eldest brother—who I knew to be in his dorm room at school.