A Mother’s Day reflection that rejects the "Hallmark myth" of perfect parenting to share a raw account of growing up in a home shaped by addiction and neglect. This reflection is a testament to justice and grace, arguing that the human spirit's capacity for resurrection deserves a seat at the table, even when it doesn't fit a sanitized or "perfect" mold.

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David Stevens eats his vegetables. He loves his sweetheart, who has allowed him a far better life than the one he was living. A fifth, bonus teenager is allowing him to give her advice, for what it’s worth. He can play the piano and write things down, but he can’t fix mechanical things or do math.