Every now and then, we talk about the possibility of buying a new house. We haven’t gotten to the final-decision-point though–it’s just a kind of on-and-off open discussion in the family. One time, my 14-year-old daughter, Sam, saw me poring over some house plans. She sat on the bed and said, “Mommy, when we build a new house, all the bedrooms should be of the same size.”
Without turning around, I said, “If you and your sister will be sharing one room, well, fine. But if you want separate bedrooms, then, your bedrooms will be smaller than ours.”
Her voice rose a little and said, “Why? Because you’re supposed to have the master’s bedroom?”
“No, because your dad and I share a room. Two people need a bigger room.”
She snorted and dropped the subject. I wasn’t kidding her though with my reason. It’s just the way I see it–it’s a matter of physics. More people occupy more space. And it isn’t just a question of a bigger bed either. It’s a question of twice the storage space for clothes, etc. What it isn’t is an assertion of superiority.
In the first place, I don’t like the term master’s bedroom and the concept that goes with it. There was no “master’s bedroom” when I was a kid–there were simply bedrooms. And when we moved into my family’s house when my own kids were young, the bedroom they shared was bigger than the one that my husband and I occupied. Why? Because two single beds ate up more space than one queen-sized bed and toddlers needed room for their toys and to move around and play.
Second, I don’t like the idea that the parents’ room should necessarily be more expensively decorated and furnished or that it should be more comfortable. Parents are not a class above their children and the appearance and size of the bedroom should not be meant as a symbol of superiority.
Third… the word master itself makes me cringe. Why is it the master‘s bedroom and not the mistress‘s bedroom? The connotation is just so freaking medieval.