Caring Mother Novels & Stories

My mother came along with me to the doctor office and she held on my hand with such force that I had to loosen her grip every few minutes or have my bones crushed. When the doctor delivered his sentence, I was afraid that my mother would collapse then and there out of sorrow. It felt as if she was the one who was having the cancer not that I am not grateful that she feels my pain. I am very grateful she does, not all mothers in this era care about their children much these days.

"I..." "A mother isn't someone who gives birth to a child. A mother is someone who actually cares for that child, loves that child and would do anything - anything at all to make them safe and happy." Jesse told her. "You're neither of those things Helena. You're the bane of our existence." "I'm trying to change." She protested. "Change!". He exclaimed in disbelief. "That's why you hit her? You are trying to change huh? Get the fuck out of here Helena."

Lia smiles warmly and carefully rubs her flat tummy. 'Baby. I promise to give you everything. My time, my love, and my best as your mother. Even... Even if you don't have a daddy, baby. I'll be the best mom. Mommy loves you very much. Please, be healthy always, okay?' Lia whispers as she continuously caresses her belly.

"Shut up! My mother has a clear conscience towards me. She is the best mother in the world." "Since I was little, she has always cherished me. She took care of me personally, and she never missed a parent-teacher conference." "She never missed a parent-child activity." "When I was sick, she took care of me meticulously by my side, and no matter how busy she was, she never abandoned me." "Many biological mothers can't be as attentive and diligent as my mother. My mother gave me all her love. What qualifications do you, someone who abandoned me and stole my mother's husband, have to talk about my mother?"

"You didn't care that Julia was suffering from severe heatstroke. You didn't believe it when a student reported her condition to you. You even stopped Mr. Hodge when he was trying to save her! So you're afraid that people might accuse you of playing favorites, huh?" Dad slowly stepped closer to Mom. "Congratulations. You made it. No one will dare accuse you of playing favorites now. "Everyone in this world now knows that you, Monica Campbell, are the strictest and most impartial woman alive—and you achieved that by sacrificing your daughter's life. How the hell are you even fit to be called a mother?" He practically shouted at the last few words. Mom's knees buckled, and her body slid right

A large, inviting sofa was the focal point, a witness to countless cozy movie nights and shared laughter. My mother, forever youthful at the age of forty, was a vision of kindness and warmth. She possessed the same dazzling smile that I had inherited, always ready with compliments about my beauty and achievements and her eyes held a depth of love that made me feel cherished. Her long, straight hair gracefully framed her face, and her presence was a soothing balm to the soul.

No matter what happens. I turned to my mother, who stepped forward and enveloped me in a warm embrace. Her scent, wildflowers and earth, wrapped around me like a comforting blanket. "Be safe, my child," she whispered, her voice filled with unspoken worry. "Return to us unharmed, and know you are always in our hearts. I love you!"

my mother says and I smile. 'My mother is right, I have to think about the next steps I will take and not about what I had in the past and I don't know if I will have again. ‘The best thing is to focus on being a good leader and mother, instead of thinking about my loving relationship.’ I tell myself mentally. “I really want to make things right. “You'll do fine. if you did so much while pregnant and with so many fears, you will be able to do it now, we will be watching over the care of the babies when you can't do it.” says my mother and I nod.

"I agreed to the lecture. What kind of mother leaves her four-week-old baby?" "The kind who wants to model strength and independence. The kind who shows her daughter that women can be mothers and professionals." "But what if she needs me?" "Then you step out of the lecture and feed her. It's two hours, Bella. Not two days." "I know. But the guilt is overwhelming." He pulled me close. "That's called being a good mother. Bad mothers don't feel guilty. They don't care. You care. That's what matters." "Does it get easier?"

Lucas quickly comforted her, saying, "Ms. Lamont, even though you're not our mommy, Cheryl and I still like you." The smile on Ivana's face slowly faded, and her eyes were filled with disgust. "After spending time with Yara, you look down on your own mother, huh? If I'd known you'd be such little ingrates, I should have strangled you both at birth!" Cheryl and Lucas shrank into a corner of their bed. They were too terrified to even breathe. "I was unfortunate enough to give birth to you two useless pups! If you dare bring up Yara in front of me again, I won't show you mercy next time!" Ivana spat.