If you know me, you probably know that my mom is my hero. She's one of the best people I know and easily the biggest reason I'm a decent, functioning human being (it's my opinion that I'm decent, you may feel otherwise.)

     My mom has always given me the right balance of being a parent--teaching me rules, guidelines, manners, and morals--and letting me make my own mistakes and learn from doing stupid things. She's shown me what it takes to be a strong woman and do whatever it takes for those that you love. She's cheered for me when she enjoyed my passions (volleyball), when she's hated them (soccer), and when she just plain thinks I'm crazy (running). My mom is the greatest.

     Just when I think my mom couldn't get any better, she drops a new gem on me. I recently hosted Easter at my house--my first holiday as hostess--and while sitting out on the deck, my mom casually told us that she invented the mullet. Yep. The Mullet. My mom. My mom claims to be the originator of business in the front, party in the back.

This is what she would look like now, I'm sure, if she decided to bring back the trend:

My mom is far cooler than all others.