Funny Motherhood Stories Novels & Stories

I laughed at my own joke, but I could hear my mom laughing as well. "Winter Breeze! You're bad", mom said while still laughing. I love how my mom laughs at my cheesy jokes. Once I was off the phone with my mom, I was in the cab on my way to the airport. I couldn't wait to see my mom and meet Jared. My mother had told me he lost his wife to an unfortunate accident years ago and was too heartbroken to move on, until he met my mother.

I figured it must have been pretty bad to make her cry as she never complained about anything. As I stroked her hair I asked if there was anything I could do, anything at all. She laughed and said no, stating she just had to ride it out until her sister woke up in the morning. She released a few more tears. My Mother chuckled a little through her tears. I smiled at her and asked her what was so funny. She smiled nervously looking away from me and started to say how when she was pregnant with me my father would drink her breastmilk when she produced too much.

"Stories?" She looked up with a small smile, her eyes far away. "My mother used to tell incredible stories about her and my father. All mates actually. When I was young. I believed every word she said, but as I grew up, I realized how impossible it could be. How ridiculous it sounded. She would say how my dad would heal the smallest of her wounds by kissing them. He hated her having scars so he would heal them as soon as possible. I guess he would actually lick them. Kissing is easier to explain to a child I guess." Her eyes sparkled sadly as she relived a memory, touching the new scars on her side with the black pad of her paw. Larkin fell silent. Though it sounded silly, I couldn't believe

I burst out laughing, unable to stop the unnaturally ugly laugh that came all the way from the pits of my stomach as I laughed at the story that my mum was telling me about how she had a running stomach while she was attending to Jennifer Lawrence and she asked for the bathroom but she couldn't reach it in time and she had to take a dump in a vase, right in the middle of the hallway. My mother was laughing just as loudly as I was, "and I couldn't stop. The diarrhoea kept coming out and it was uncontrollable!" she spoke over the loud noise of our laughs and trying to get a word in between her cackles. "Oh, my God! My stomach!" I complained, wiping tears from my eyes as I shook my head at my m

I acted while placing my finger on my chin. He laughed while making a sound with me. "My mother did not understand anything—What should answer?" "She quietly put the sunscreen back in the bag, covered her face with a cap, and closed her eyes!" laughed while rolling my head up and down, and Jacob laughed even harder while grabbing his stomach. Haha, damn, there are so many funny moments with my mother— I was a comedian back then. "I WAS SO FUNNY, RIGHT?" He nodded his head while controlling his laughter.

I sighed. “Oh, honey, that is perfectly normal. It happens to all new mothers. When your brother was born, I had to fight the urge to wrap him up and carry him around with me everywhere!” My mother laughed, but I didn’t think it was funny. She was a slave when my brother was born. She had a right to be worried! “I don’t understand it, mom. I’m constantly in fight or flight mode. Everywhere I look I can see something going wrong and hurting someone I love.” I sighed and sat down. All the faces looking at me were filled with amusement, and I was feeling really stupid!

Katie and Kelly were wiping their eyes from laughing so hard. Just then, my brothers walked in with Vito, Vance and Victor. Vito asked, “What is so funny?” I laughed, “It’s just some stories from our childhood. That’s all.” Mom added, “The joys of being the only girl in a quad.” I rolled my eyes, “Joys?” Mom laughed, “It’s funny in retrospect. Not so funny while you’re going through it.” I laughed, “You got that right.” I looked at the time and stood up, I need to start the dinner rolls.” Mom smiled, “You go for it, sweetie.” I asked, “Are you okay? Do you need a shake?” Mom smiled, “Grace already got it for me.” I smiled, “She’s a huge help.” Mom nodded, “She is. I love all of my daughters.

She was her only family. "Ohho! Mummy itni subah subah senti mat ho. Nothing is happening to your child." holding her mother, she hugged her, hiding her face inside her stomach. She felt so peaceful in her arms. She had no hidden motive. It was pure love. "-aur abhi to apne mujhe buddha hote hue dekhna hai. Wrinkly wrinkly!" she joked to defect her mother's attention and she did, as her mother slapped her shoulder after pulling her cheeks. "Badmash!" everyone laughed watching mother-daughter duo. (Don't get too emotional in the morning, mummy.... and you have to live enough to see me get all old and wrinkly.)

For this, I don't feel the need to lie to my mother. "Photo?" “Ho oh, a photo of my mother with Aunt Donna, Aunt Ratna, Uncle Jackson and… Uncle Rhicard” Mother's face instantly turned pale when she heard Uncle Richard's name come out of my lips. Mother's hand that stroked my head stopped for a moment. I could see her eyes were staring with various kinds of emotions dancing in them. "Honey, would you like to hear a story?" Mother asked in a sad voice "A story about an orphan girl who fights against this world.."

I quickly blurt out an apology and place a hand on my chest, as if that will calm down my racing heart. "Roni, is everything alright there?" "Yeah, it's just so boring." "Good thing Nancy is there with you, right? She's anything but boring." My mother giggles and I decide to leave her with the idea of everything being fine around me. "Listen, Roni, I need to go. Apparently, someone has something stuck in their butt and I'm supposed to inspect." "Ew, mom! That's gross!" I shiver from disgust. It's a whole miracle that my mother keeps working this. I've heard so many bizarre stories, more than enough to make me not want to even visit the ER.