Funny Motherhood Stories Novels & Stories

The first woman to draw a prompt burst out laughing as she read it. “Tell us about the most embarrassing thing your mate has ever done.” The entire circle erupted in laughter. Soon stories began pouring out. One woman described how her husband had once fallen asleep during a council meeting and nearly tipped his chair over. Another confessed that her mate had tried to impress her by cooking dinner and ended up burning the stew so badly that the entire house smelled like smoke for days. The laughter was loud and genuine. Even the elders were chuckling. The basket eventually made its way to me.

Yes, and the fact that I was married before. “I know, it's just, oh, it shows how old we are getting!” “Babe, forty-eight aren't old. Now look on the bright side; at least we have a few more children to get through school before they get married.” Dad laughed but mom didn't find it funny. She was acting a bit strange these past few weeks. Making me wonder what is going on with her. Mom glared at dad, “You think you are funny? Well, let's see if you like this joke, daddy, to be!”

my mother said with another one of those chuckles, as if this was all just fun and games for her. “Also not happening.” My mother’s smile quickly slipped away, replaced by a frown. “Why not? We’re good parents; after all, look how wonderfully Audrey turned out. We could help so many more children.” I couldn’t help it. I laughed right in their faces, the sound harsh and humorless. “You’re joking, right? I’m glad Edwin banned you from adopting more children. I hope you never get the chance to hurt another kid again.”

I added, “Kinda kidding, but not really. The hormones are the one thing that I’m having such a hard time getting used to.” Theodore laughed, “Boys, she speaks the truth. I still remember both of your mothers’ pregnancies. One minute she’s happy and dancing while she’s cooking and then she’s crying because she didn’t make enough for supper, even though we hadn’t even started eating.” I laughed out loud, “YES! You get me! Damn, it feels good to feel understood.”

"Are you talking about what I think you're talking about?" Mom gave a defeated shrug, her eyes trained on our overlapping hands that rested on her tummy. "Pregnant women really get... that." I could feel a lump in my throat, but I forced my words to go around it. "Hor-ny?" Mom nodded sadly. "God, this is so pathetic. What kind of mother tells this kind of stuff to her son?" I gave her hand an empathetic squeeze, using the stability to steady its tremble. "The kind with a son who wants to listen. I love that we tell each other everything, even if it's weird."

I said hugging her tightly. They started making plans how to torture my husband and I think I am going to enjoy this. "Oh common guys I am hungry," I said smiling. "You won't eat this time right," Mumma asked suspiciously making me blush. "Don't tell me I am going to be Grandma," My mother-in-law joked looking at me and I nodded my head making them squeal in surprise. Both mothers started jumping like school girls making me irritate. Why I have to be in this alien family?

She laughed sarcastically as she said to her mother, who is standing and preparing the food: Mom, for your sake, don't you see that I am old enough for these stories! Her mother: My love, I know that you are old enough, of course, but I am only telling you the truth..they are not fictional stories, but real, and they happened years ago, and no one knows whether they still exist or not. The other added jokingly: I see that you are sure about this.. Did you live with them or what?

My mother gave a small dismissive wave. “I hate that answer. Damiano always gives me that answer.” I sighed, but she just let out a small chuckle. “You have always been too curious for your own good.” She teased. “Apparently.” I said. “Then can you tell me what it feels like to give birth? Cara said one’s butthole explodes, and I’m mortified.” I asked. My mother was sipping her tea but choked as she accidentally laughed at the same time.

Compared to Matthew who was always with the child, she felt guilty towards her baby. But her child was very well-behaved, complaining only a couple of times before changing the subject: "Mom, let me tell you about the everyday stories dad tells me! He tells me stories every day, even jokes, they're hilarious! Oh right, dad knows wood carving! He knows I miss you, so he carved many small wooden statues that look like you, let me show you!"

Venn didn't say anything, but it was easy to see from his curious eyes that he really wanted to hear my answer. "You aspire to be the breadwinner of the family but you don't act like a breadwinner. Once something goes wrong, you go to alcohol, to games, to bustling places like that. You never tried to calm down to find a way to solve everything. Why doesn't mom want to tell you about anything? Because in our house there are no good things but mostly bad things. The story that I heard the most was that someone came to the house to collect the debt. Our mother wanted you to grow up to be happy like other friends, so she didn't tell you about the story in the house. You lived in a poor family b