by Dcm Paul

Created on: March 06, 2009

Modern homes have become far too large in today's society. The structure of the home has become a direct correlation to the structure of the American family! "How?" you may ask?

Prior to 1900s, the extended family was very important. This was considered a poor European concept, perhaps.

At one time, parents, grandparents, and children all lived under one roof. Perhaps it was a bit crowded. But, there was laughter and bonds of love. Today, without the extended family, parents are forced to place their children in day care. Elderly parents are placed into nursing homes. All the while, houses that were once built for the very wealthy are now used for the average family of 4: each child having their own room, parents having a room apart from children, a living room that is not used but merely for show when company arrives, a den for the family to use, a dining room, a kitchen with a table in it, a computer room, an officeThe list goes on.

The house remains largely empty during the day. At night, each person turns to a different room. Perhaps they have dinner together providing parents are home from work and children are home from after-school activities. Then, all retire to their own bed. In the morning, they may meet each other at the breakfast table, but this has increasingly become a memory of generations past. Than, an empty house for hours to come.

When do families bond?
When do they have time together?
Soon enough, children are grown and off to their own careers, to build their own large homes to be empty throughout the day. Their parents will move from their large home to a retirement condo, perhaps; more then likely in another state more affordable. Grandchildren will know them from a distance.

A family cannot adopt a child unless they have a separate room for each and every one. If they do not, they are not considered fit to be parents.
Separation is the theme of today.
I find that quite sad. Some of my fondest memories as a child are those sharing a bedroom with my brother. Yes, I was a girl and he was a boy. We even shared bunk beds. We were close, then; that is, until we moved into a larger house. We honestly drifted further apart after that. Oh, he was older and a young teenager. So, he did need his own room, perhaps. But, the days where we shared our room were very fond to me, indeed. I felt safe with him there. I was happy. The house was larger, and the rooms further apart as well. More space between us in the house and thinking back, that is when more

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