Mother's Pride

I can happily say that I'm a proud mother. My son has passed his first English test with an extraordinary eight, and by his own merits, because I didn't help him in any way before the test.
Since he started school I've been struggling with his learning and behaviour difficulties, that's why I didn't want to teach him anything in English. I was really afraid of teaching him more contents than those he is supposed to handle, and of course by doing that, being the one to blame for his boredom and more misbehaviour during his English classes.
He didn't study alone either, but apparently he's been paying attention to his teacher because he got such a great mark in his test. I didn't have the chance to speak with "Miss Abigail" about my son, but everyone at school knows I'm studying to become an English teacher, I hope that's not an excuse for pushing him more than the rest.
My son has always been my light, my only sun, I love him in a way I couldn't have ever imagined before...Pure love, pride and hugs all the time. Whenever I'm down, he comes and smiles at me or gives me a kiss and that's all I need to be in the moon, smiling back full of happiness.
I think I'll remember for the rest of my life when he was 4, and I was suffering one of my painful migraines. We were alone at home because my husband was working. I went to bed, silently for not worrying him, and after some time he came desperately looking for me. "What's happening mummy? Why are you in bed?" he asked with his precious and sweet childish voice. "I'm having a headache, but don't worry, I'll be OK in some minutes" I replied. "Why don't you take a pill, then?" he said. "Because I cannot find them" I answered. "Don't worry, I'll look for them so you can feel better" he exclaimed.
He went away and after some minutes, he came back with a pill that I couldn't find and a glass of water. "Take it mummy, you are going to feel better, medicines are good". In my pain, I smiled a little because he hates medicines, and immediately after that, a tear of pride caressed my face. He stayed with me until I felt OK, with his tiny hand in my forehead, as if he wanted to take out my pain with love. After an hour or so, my suffering disappeared and we could watch TV and play with his hot-wheels as if my pain never existed.
I`m a proud mother in so many ways that I couldn't describe them here. And since I always thought that our parenthood can be modified (or not) according to our experience as sons or daughters, I keep on telling my son that he is my sunshine and that I'm really proud of him. He got an eight and it never crossed through my mind asking him "Why not a ten?" as my mother used to ask me. I told him that he himself should feel proud about his achievements, and this mark is his pure merit.
Every Thursday is my nightmare because I don't see him. I know it's just a day out of seven every week, but the problem is that it is ONE FULL AND ABSOLUTELY COMPLETE day in which I cannot hug him or receive a kiss from him. I know that lately I've been really sensitive, and everything puts me to cry, but it was a Thursday when I read the description of those six year-old-children being alone on an island in "The Lord of the Flies"...I cannot explain my sadness...I was going by bus to my teacher practises and I started crying as a stupid, because I was imagining my "baby" being alone on an island.
I love my son, and I always try to tell him how much I love him. Eight years ago, I couldn't imagine myself being a mother, nowadays, I cannot imagine myself not having my beautiful, bright, intelligent, extraordinary, careful, and sometimes naughty son.