I grew up in a house where Saturday mornings smelled like coffee and my mom’s lavender hand soap, and those tiny rituals were where I learned the power of small comforts. Now, as an American mom in my forties with a son who loves forts and a daughter who collects smooth stones from our backyard, I treasure creating calm corners. My husband jokes that I am training the kids to be spa patrons early, and my parents and siblings tease me about how I rearrange towels more often than I change my shoes. When neighbors drop by, they comment on…