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Love is Patient: A Mother’s Day Tribute to My Wonder Woman

It has often been said that behind every great man is an even better woman. While I am not entirely sure if I would consider myself a great man, I would consider my mother one of the best individuals I have ever known.

On the second Sunday of May, we set aside a special day to honor the women we all know as ‘mother’. With this in mind, I’d like to commit a few words to paper to honor my own personal Wonder Woman.

My mama is the first woman I ever loved and among the first in this world to love me. Long before I became the passionate defender of individual liberty that I am today, I was her firstborn son. She and my father both taught me the core values of my faith in Jesus Christ, which led to my firm belief in the absolute and total freedom of all people. It is because of this commitment to those values that I became a Libertarian as an adult. 

In a world that seems to be filled with so much hate, we could all benefit from the loving spirit which my mother so strongly displays. My mother’s life has been an example of unconditional love and superhuman strength. She was not born this woman, but gradually became the maternal glue that holds our family together. Being the mom of a child with Cerebral Palsy is by no means an easy task, but never once did she give up on me. I have always been told how she and my dad prayed for God to preserve my life, and that I was her baby who would be loved regardless of how I was born into this world. She also taught me to passionately pursue what I desire in life, and that regardless of the challenges of being born with a disability, my life was equally as valuable as anyone else’s and that my life has a special purpose.

It is a result of her steadfast love and prayers that I am on this side of the dirt today. For that, I am eternally grateful. She has seen me when I have been at my lowest and never left me. She mirrors the words of the Apostle Paul in 1 Corinthians 13:4-8 ( TPT)

Love is large and incredibly patient. Love is gentle and consistently kind to all. It refuses to be jealous when blessing comes to someone else. Love does not brag about one’s achievements nor inflate its own importance.
Love does not traffic in shame and disrespect, nor selfishly seek its own honor. Love is not easily irritated or quick to take offense.
Love joyfully celebrates honesty and finds no delight in what is wrong.
Love is a safe place of shelter for it never stops believing the best for others. Love never takes failure as defeat, for it never gives up.
Love never stops loving. It extends beyond the gift of prophecy, which eventually fades away. It is more enduring than tongues, which will one day fall silent. Love remains long after words of knowledge are forgotten. 

So in this way, my triumphs are hers as well because, without this same love, I can’t say for sure that I would be the man I am. I pray that as I continue to fight for liberty, that I would follow her example and let others be my driving force. My prayer is that my mother would know that what I have written only begins to describe my love for her. 

My hope for the world is that we would learn to love each other the way my mother has loved me as it is the only way to effectively kill hate, as the Reverend Martin Luther King, Jr. said, 

“I have decided to stick with love.
Hate is too great a burden to bear.” 

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