I used to pack lunches and field last-minute science projects while humming the same two songs on repeat. My two kids, ages 8 and 12, run the household energy in neat little bursts of laughter, Lego towers, and evening debates about which movie character is braver. Our neighbor’s kids still come over after school, shoes thumping on the porch, and I love the way our living room becomes a tiny community hub. Those small, ordinary moments taught me that a child’s room is more than a place to sleep. It is a stage for imagination and a retreat for quiet…