A Mother’s Love to a child

As a mother I take a shit cared and tried to fight down my sons education so that he can succeed in his life. I came from a large family in Brazil. I wasnt the besides claw I learned to share, how appropriate for myself, and for my 3 sisters, and 3 brothers. My father was a serious man he had a job, and still came home to provide for all of us. During dinnertime he insisted that everyone had to be home and had to sit down at the table and talk about their mean solar day. This was a must in my family too.The origin why he had that rule was because he was a religious man, and meals should be shared with the family as well as conversations. No one had any selection of not sitting at the table, unless we didnt want to eat. When I had a child, I waited for the right time to have one. I didnt want to festinate into motherhood responsibility until I had everything in order to support my child. My husband had to find a job, and so did I. We had a house, a car, and jobs to support my child we were ready.When my child was born, I chose to go to the United States of America, so that my child can have a better life. In Brazil, the education is not challenging, and not recognized in other parts of the world as a higher education. For him to have a better education, a better standard of living, and for him to have what we never had, we had to cut into up our lives in Brazil. As the years went by I was always there for my son. Through my eyes as he grows older, he is still the lesser boy that I held in my arms for the first time.In his teenage years I have seen him grow further away from me. Every day when he gets home he goes to his room without talking to me, or saying anything about his day. I guess that is what all kids go through in these years, because of the power point of exploration of new things in life. Like driving, video games, girls, and puberty. I still love my son, and even if he doesnt want to talk to me then I guess he has everything in order in h is life. He is very intelligent, and I trust that he knows what to do, and do the right thing.I have spy that he hasnt come to me to say if he has had any problems in school. I guess to me he has no problems going on, or maybe he has it in control. I have always said to him every time he comes home, how was your day Miguel? He would always say, it was ok. When I heard that my son was having problems in reading, I was shocked. I couldnt believe my bright boy was having such problems. I tried my best to make him study more, and succeed in life. flat it looks like he needs help in reading, and I am going to be there for him.The teacher told me that he had to memorize a rule book in order to pass the class. I was with him every day when he got home, helping him to study and memorize the story. When the day came for him to tell the story, I was waiting for him at home. When he got home, I looked into his eyes and he said Mom, I did it. I passed I was so happy, and I knew he could do it. From that day on, I have never doubted my son on what he can do. He is a bright young man, intelligent, respectful, and responsible when it comes to work that is given to him.