On a chilly evening last February, I found myself curled up on the sofa with a mug of tea, watching my two kids giggle as they tried to cut perfect hearts from construction paper. I am a forty-something American mom, proud of the small traditions my family keeps alive from Sunday dinners with my parents to backyard barbecues with my siblings and friendly chats with our next-door neighbors. My husband smiled as our daughter carefully glued glitter into place, and my son proudly displayed a crooked but heartfelt card. Those moments of making together are how our house becomes a…