Sharing a bedroom with my brother was fun growing up. Since he is older than me, he experienced things first, and then he told me what not to do, so I could learn from his mistakes. That aspect of sharing a bedroom, helped me out a lot growing up, with experienced eyes. For me, the benefits of sharing a room was, the bonding experience strengthens. So, I ask you, should your kids share a room when they are young? The answer for me is simple, sharing a room has many benefits and among them is that it helps promotes sharing your things at a young age and help each other in time of need.
Should your Kids Share a Room?
I can recall countless times waking up in the middle of the night, scared or crying due to a bad dream, and sneaking into my brothers bed for comfort. The best part was, he never took me back to my bed, he always let me stay in his bed. After several years, as I got older, it was noticeable, our bond strengthened as brothers. We would help each other out of trouble. We still do this today, help each other is now a habit, we do it unconsciously, our connection is similar to twins.
Sharing your toys, especially your favorite ones, at a young age, just never happens. Those toys are yours, and no one can touch them. Well, this did not apply to my brother and I. We had one rule and we lived by this rule, which was, you can play with my toys, please be careful with them, and once you are done with them, please put them back where I originally had them. Since I was younger, sometimes I broke his toys. However, by the time I broke them, he was into different toys, so my brother seldom got upset at me. Thank God for that age gap.
This ability to share things without fussing carried through time in need. I can remember, at a very young age, around five or so, while playing with cactus’s around our house, my brother pricked his finger and blood came out of his finger. We both froze for a few seconds. Then, I reacted by running into the house and fetched the first aid kit. Another time, a bit older, I was watering the front lawn. After wrapping the hose back on its rack, I felt sharp needles all over my feet and lower legs, after a few seconds, I looked down and saw hundreds of fire ants on my feet, obviously, I was screaming at the top of my lugs. My brother picked me up, poured water from the hose on my feet and lower legs, and carried me into the house and applied alcohol all over my feet and legs.
Growing up with a sibling sharing everything, is the reason our boys share a room together today. I am glad to say, they are doing similar as I was growing up with my older brother. The occasional arguments raises, and that is much to normal among brothers. Since they were born to today, I still kiss all my children good night, every night, awake or asleep.
Do you have kids and do they share a room? I would love to hear your personal story. Kindly drop me a note in the comment area below.