I remember the soft ruckus of my two kids getting ready for school while I tried to coax toothpaste out of a tiny tube; our compact upstairs bath has been the heart of morning routine chaos and quiet bedtime chats. As a proud American mom in my forties, I love weaving little pieces of my culture into our home, from my grandmother’s ceramic soap dish to the quilts my sister sewed. My son and daughter, ages 10 and 8, think glass doors are fancy, and my husband jokes that I manage to make even small spaces feel warm. Sometimes I…