Being a mom

Growing up all I ever wanted was to be the type of mom my own mother was to me. I don't know if it was because I was the baby of four so she had a bit of practice by the time she got to me but in my eyes my mom was close to perfect. She was the best wife and mom, I can only remember my mom yelling at me once. I'm lucky if I go a day without yelling at my children. 

My father lives his life the way he wants to, he's his own boss and he won't answer to anyone. It makes me sad for my mom, the woman I love so much and look up to is in a relationship where she has little to no say to how her life should go. It's interesting how observing this has affected me and how I deal with my relationships.