I still remember the small rituals that stitch our days together: dropping backpacks by the door, ferrying my two kids to soccer practice, a neighbor waving from her porch while we trade baking tips. I’m a mom in my forties, juggling carpools, school projects and the quiet satisfaction of a well-made bed at the end of the day. With an 8-year-old who insists on arranging the family’s collection of painted eggs and an 11-year-old who prefers simple, clean lines, I’ve learned to make small changes that feel meaningful without taking over our schedules. Swapping a pillow here or tucking a…
