I still remember the night my youngest crawled into bed with a flashlight and a stack of library books, insisting the ceiling would make a better reading sky than the living room lamp. Between carpools, neighborhood bake sales, and the small triumphs of homework done early, our house has been a constant flow of tiny emergencies and big hugs. My two kids, ages eight and twelve, share secrets, clothes, and sometimes a sock drawer, and those simple moments nudged me to rethink their rooms. Creating spaces that soothe after a long day, spark creativity on a Saturday morning, and survive…