My mother is very good at considering all the options. Almost too good. I remember times we would finally settle on where to have dinner after having a pretty lengthy discussion about it and then while we were on our way, my mother would say, “Oh, but we have a coupon for this other place and it expires tomorrow,” and we’d all say in unison, “Mom!” because our heads tired before hers. I nicknamed her Options Woman, in an endearing way. I envisioned her in my head donning a cape. She helped me become a good chooser, without being too choosy. Thanks Mom!