I remember sitting at my kitchen table with a mug of chamomile, watching my eight year old son string beads while my ten year old daughter carefully selected colors. As an American mom in my forties, I love passing down small creative rituals that connect us to family stories and to the handmade things my mother taught me. My husband chips in when he can, and Grandpa stops by with old jars of beads he saved from his workshop. Those afternoons of quiet crafting with little chatter from the kids are how I learned to make simple pieces that feel…