Is it normal that i think of my teacher as a second mom?

Before I start, I want to say that I do have a mom. She is always there for me, and I couldn't ask for a better mom.
This year, I had a teacher whom I will never forget. She has made such an impact on me, and she has inspired me to be a teacher. This year was a rough year for me, and she made it better. I lost my Great-Grandma before school started, and once the school year started, she really helped me through it. My other Great-Grandma passed away in the beginning of the school year, and once again, she helped me through that.
Mrs. R (I'm not gonna put her full last name...) was my English teacher, and I am so glad, because even though English is my favorite class, I didn't like my teacher last year, at all! Mrs. R made all the things we were learning fun, and we had many projects throughout the year. I have always loved writing, and until this year, I never thought I was any good at it. Mrs. R, made me realize that I actually have talent when it comes to writing! She helped me improve my work, and I have gotten a lot better since the beginning of the year. I am usually not open about my struggles, but being in her class, I knew that whenever I needed anything, I could talk to her. All year long, she made me feel loved. She also, helped me to see who the real me is. I have fallen into the trap of the 21st century, and I try to change myself so other people like me. Mrs. R showed me that I didn't need to do that to fit in. She told me that being unique is what makes us fit in. She told me the one day, "You are you, and nobody can change that. You are a wonderful person, and if they can't see that, they are the ones losing out, not you. If they don't like you for who you are, then I don't want you to allow yourself to hang out with them." These words, are something that I will always remember.
Mrs. R helped me so much this year. I looked forward to going to school, because I knew I had her class to look forward to. When the end of the year approached, I knew I had to do something to thank her. She did so much for me, so I knew it wouldn't be possible to thank her for everything, but I wanted to at least try. Since she was my English teacher, and we had done so much writing, it was only fitting that I wrote her a letter. A week before the last day of school, I started drafting the letter. I kept starting over, because I wanted it to be sincere, and not sound cheesy. The second to last day of school, I finally had it finished. A five page (front and back) letter thanking her for everything she has done for me. I went to her room, and gave it to her. When she took a glimpse at it, she was like "Oh, your gonna make me cry."
On Monday, our last day of school, I took her another gift. I had a pot of herbs, and I had made little puns for each of them, so she knew what they were. (she loves puns) I took it to her, and she started to tear up, which made me start to tear up. She said, "I don't know if you are a hugger, but I am," and gave me a big hug. I started to cry even more. She told me that she had gotten to read my letter the day before, and she said, "I can't tell you how much I cried." Hearing that made me cry. She told me that she was writing me a thank you letter, and she asked if I planned on doing any babysitting over the summer. I will get to see her again over the summer, because I am going to be babysitting for her two boys! Before I left her room, she said, "Thank you so much. I can't tell you how much I appreciate all this. Thank you for your letter, thank you for the herbs, thank you for being a wonderful student, THANK YOU FOR BEING YOU." And of course, I started crying again. She had made sure all year long, that I would be myself, and not change for anyone.

**I just got my schedule for next year, and I get to have her as my teacher for half the year!!!**