My child, obey your father’s godly instruction and follow your mother’s life-giving teaching. Fill your heart with their advice and let your life be shaped by what they’ve taught you. Their wisdom will guide you wherever you go and keep you from bringing harm to yourself. Their instruction will whisper to you at every sunrise and direct you through a brand new day. – Proverbs 6:20-22
From the beginning of time, it is our mothers who taught us the closest feeling we would ever feel to true “agape love.” Agape love for most of us is often first taught from Biblical teachings which are used to describe “God’s love for his children.” The Greek definition of “agape” is a total selfless love which is even willing to lay down one’s life for another. In other words, “agape love” is an emotion that we as humans don’t truly understand, but through our mother’s unconditional love, we can come the closest to feeling what the love of God must be like.
Probably the best example of the immense and very intense love a mother has for their child, try inserting yourself between a momma grizzly bear and her cub. Former Governor Sarah Palin used this example in many of her speeches and even began using the model as a tool to teach the ferocity of mothers everywhere who are trying to love and protect America’s young.
Throughout the entire animal and human kingdoms, it is the mothers who are without question the most ferocious when it comes to the protection of our young.
Normally I am fairly adept at articulating a point which I am trying to convey to you the reader. I have to confess; I am struggling to explain the depths of love which mothers have for their offspring. This is the one topic in the universe that is very near being totally unexplainable.
For myself personally, I was both fortunately and unfortunately witness to the examples of this love back in the late 1970’s. As we all know, when America pulled out of South Vietnam toward the end of the Vietnam War, it left an enormous void in the region. Millions of refugees fled to the seas in very unseaworthy boats and various types of vessels in the attempt to save their lives from horrible oppression and death. The South China Sea and the Gulf of Thailand were filled with boats full of men, women, and children. Many left the beaches of Thailand, Cambodia, and South Vietnam with little to no food, water, and the other life sustaining necessities needed for ocean voyages.
Imagine for a moment, putting your children and family into a small boat knowing that behind you is all but certain torture and death and ahead of you is a vast body of water in which you cannot see over the horizon. You shove this boat out into the water with precious little food or water, no shelter from the intensity of the hot sun beating down with no concept of how large this gamble is.
At this particular time, I was a stationed aboard the U.S.S. Kitty Hawk CV-63, and we were the flagship for the 7th Fleet stationed in the far reaches of the Pacific Ocean. As the refugees began pouring into the oceans, then President Carter ordered the fleet to Cambodia to make a presence in the region. I don’t know the extent of the United States awareness of what was actually happening to the peasants of this region until the Navy showed up. The dictator Pol Pot of the Khmer Rouge has already begun slaughtering his citizens by the millions.
My job aboard the Kitty Hawk was to launch fighter jets from the bow of this massive warship. One morning ( I cannot remember even what time of the year it was), I came up to the flight deck and was about to begin getting ready for our daily flight operations. As I approached the deck, I looked out over the blue vastness of the ocean, and the first thing I noticed was “we were parked”! This is something we never did as when an aircraft carrier is parked; it is the most vulnerable to an enemy attack. When we are parked, we cannot launch our fighters to protect us.
As I walked on deck, several friends began yelling at me to come over to the port side of the ship. I was walking over when I looked up and noticed dozens (maybe more) small vessels bobbing up and down in the water. This was my first introduction to “BOAT PEOPLE” in the Gulf of Thailand. It was early morning, and due to our proximity to the equator, it was already hot, and the sea was still. Our recovery helicopters were circling overhead, and our escort destroyers were standing by to protect the “Hawk.” As I neared the edge of the deck to look down, I’ll never forget the first noises I heard. It was women screaming in a pleading voice. I had no idea what they were saying, but you could tell they were pleading with the rescue sailors aboard the Hawk. I gazed down to see women holding their babies above their heads in an effort to get our crew members to take them aboard. These women were literally so desperate to protect and save their children; they were trying to give them away to unknown naval personnel to save them from Pol Pot. We, of course, took them aboard along with their mothers, family and whoever was in the boat, but to witness them so eager to sacrifice for their babies is something I still wake up at night reliving to this very day. Some were alive, some were already dead, and I still cry tears for these people.
Mothers teach us to love, compassion, selflessness, devotion, and all good things that society needs to be successful. On this day we celebrate each year to honor our most devoted, we thank you, mom. You’re truly the glue we need, and you’re always on the front lines in our culture war against the stupidity of liberalism.
We love you mom and keep up the good work which you have done for so long!