My mom is special. She once walked away from a purchase of a stuffed animal kitty toy because the clerk was rude. She never made any “normal” meals; we had Chop Suey, Beef Stroganoff, lasagna, and spaghetti. (Some may think spaghetti is normal, but not my mom’s; hers was homemade and the best in the world.) Once, she almost stepped up on a horse, but at the last moment thought better of it and descended the stairs we had built. Once, when I was four, she made me get out of the car in the parking lot and direct her out of her space. Another time, she was Peppermint Patty in a play; I hung on her every word, during every performance. She would have gone to school and fought my battles, but she let me instead.