Caring Mother Novels & Stories

Mother said, getting up. I knew what she was hinting at. She was angry, and I knew only Zeve could calm her. I will make her confess she was acting, and it was nothing but her drama. Two maids curtained a blanket between me and the bed where Lucella helped Zeve change her clothes. Mother was drying me with the towel. Even when she was angry at me, she didn’t stop caring. Out of all women in this world, my mother was the only one with a pure heart. All others were shining apples with a rotten core.

I mused, my gaze fixed on the mesmerizing dance of the flames. The lines etched deep on Mother Tanna's face softened, revealing the wisdom she had gained from a lifetime of experiences. She reached out and placed a comforting hand on mine, her touch grounding me in the safety of her presence. "My dear, a mother's love is a divine gift, a sacred bond that transcends the realm of reason," she began, her voice holding the weight of countless untold stories. "It is an instinctual force, one that pushes us to protect and nurture our children with an unparalleled fervor."

Lilian stubbornly retorted, “She was carrying my son’s child! Of course, we’ve seen her! How could we not?!” The comment section unleashed another wave of attacks. [What, is her daughter actually a man or something? Because that’s the only way ‘seeing her’ would change anyone’s mind. What nonsense!] [The mother is just as bad as the daughter because she raised her!] I clenched my fists until my knuckles turned white. "I told you already! My daughter could never abandon a baby!" Lilian raised her voice and responded, "Fine! Since you still won’t admit it, I’m bringing out the third piece of evidence!

"I won't tell any one, but I need to take care of you. I can't just sit here and watch you bleed." Rogan nodded gratefully, his heart swelling with gratitude for his mother's understanding. In her eyes, he saw the love and courage that had guided him throughout his life. She rushed to gather her medical supplies, her hands shaking with a mix of fear and determination. As she prepared to treat his wounds, her face became a portrait of focus, her eyes filled with a mother's unwavering determination to protect her child.

I said dreamily, wished mine would have just a little bit of humanity in her. "Yes, she is. Guess what, she knows about you and your babies and she is coming tomorrow. Mama said she wants to take good care of you, guess why, because she claims to be more experienced in pregnancy and stuff” she giggled "Wow!!!” I exclaimed out of shock. Her mother is willing to take care of a stranger throughout the period of pregnancy? That’s new or maybe it’s not. I’m just used to staying around heartless people who don’t give a flying fuck about others.

"I can see that, dear. The question is whether you're brave enough to let yourself feel it without fighting it." Kane's expression went through several changes before settling on something that looked almost like hope. "I'm trying to learn how." "Learning how to care without fear is the hardest lesson any of us face," my mother said with the wisdom of someone who had loved deeply and lost much. "But it's also the most important one." As the evening progressed, my mother used her improved condition to study Kane with the intelligence that had made her an effective advisor. "How long have you been protecting my daughter?" she asked.

Maybe Father had sold it too. "Promise me Camila, you will look after your brother when am gone." Mother coughs while blood tickled its way out of her nostril. She looked like a granny even at 33, her skin turning pale and wearing off each passing minute. Both mother and daughter laid close to each other on mother's bed. Only that Camila placed her head on mother chest, her ears attentive of her heartbeats. She fear if she stop listening then mother will drift into unconsciousness and never wake up.

“A mother’s first job is taking care of her children. Everything else comes second. A good mother makes sure her child feels loved and important and secure before she worries about anyone else.” “Really?” “Really. Look at me with Alexander. Do you think I’d ever choose a meeting over feeding him? Or pick work over comforting him when he cries?” “No. You always take care of him first.” “Because that’s what mothers do. They protect their babies and make sure they feel safe and loved.” I kissed the top of her head. “You deserve a mother who puts you first too.” “But Mommy says her work helps protect me and lots of other people.”

“Don’t worry, dear. We’ll make sure you’re properly cared for.” I stood there, my hands clenched into fists, watching my mother fuss over a woman who meant nothing to me while completely dismissing the one who did.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

My lips curved into a smile when she answered my question correctly. “ Right there!” I said and she frowned, “ You care for them and make sure they're doing alright. When they get hurt, you comfort them. When they feel like all is lost and they're on the verge of giving up, you give them the shoulder to lean on and pull them on their feets.” She nodded, agreeing with whatever I was saying. “ That's what being a mother is all about. You don't have to be biologically related to someone to be a mother to them.” I hoped my explanation answered her question…