Mims.

This post should have been done in April. Or on Mother's Day. That would have been great! But I am not great at timing. Dang me. I need to get organized and just sit and write a post when I have a few minutes.  So, this is delayed, but I am combining the two to make one awesome post about my mom.

When I first went to college, eons ago, we'd talk every Sunday night. It was just a good routine to get into. We did that for about three years like clockwork. The cool thing?  I still talk to her pretty regularly and now she even Skypes! Go Mims....welcome to 2013 you savvy techie you! ;) These days she is busier than me! She responded to my April goal, "You didn't call me every week?!?!?" To which I said, "Heck yes I did. You are just never home! Social butterfly..."

A good way to start might have been to say that I call my mom Mims because I think of her more as a friend. This is a good thing. Not everyone can say their parent is their friend. I am fortunate enough to do so. She is still my mom and is not afraid to act like it or tell me things that I don't want to hear....but it's all for the best because moms rock.

Mims is a (my) rock. Rock on Mims!

In my adult life, I have had some setbacks and some rough times. What helped me get through? Many things, but one constant was Mims. Because she's a mom. Because she's Mims! She's always there to love the four of us kids unconditionally. To give advice (wanted or not! he he). To lead by example. To support us. To love us. To teach us. To pick us up. To tell us what we need to hear. To tell us what we don't want to hear. I am pretty sure that moms are superheroes who hide their capes....just sayin'.

Last May, about this time, Mims announced that she tested positive for breast cancer. I remember sitting at Smokey Mountain with Marin and Mims on Mother's Day when Mims told us about the lump she found. I held back tears. Isn't it a normal reaction to cry? She had a doctor's appointment in a few weeks. I also remember telling Will that she tested positive for breast cancer. I was sitting on the kitchen counter criss cross in yoga pants. I didn't fight back tears. I let them flow. Why? I needed a release. Will was there to comfort me. He said, "Our Mimie is strong. She is so strong and will fight this." And that she did. F you cancer! She kicked your booty to the moon! BooooooooM!

The thought of anything happening to Mims, the thought of something larger than life, out of control, taking Mims away is saddening. It hurt. It scared me. I worried about what would happen to the family. Mims is the glue. She is our kinkeeper, as most mothers are. I love my mom. She's absolutely wonderful and awesome and the most fantastic woman ever!

Mothers are superheroes.

We owe them everything...