Funny Motherhood Stories Novels & Stories

I ask with a smile. Elena laughs as she tells me stories from her childhood depicting her ridiculously strict mother who likes to have her breast fondled in the night (she doesn’t say the last part though) Time pass slowly as we exchange childhood stories, I don’t talk too much about my past it brings emotions too heavy for a simple Sunday brunch so I just kept the stories limited to Mart and Mara anything about them can light up my day.

"Oh yeah! Hospitals I hate hospitals,you know there was one time I took your mother to the hospital for her checkup and Dominco wanted to tag along…" Laughing as he tried to remember what happened, Ava just sat down with a smile on her face as she listened to her dad talk,his stories were always funny. "We got there,and our nurse couldn't come in to work on that day, because her own son had been sick and she needed to treat him,your brother started crying and shouting at everybody..I think he was around five,you were at home with the sitter,he kept shouting that his mom was going hungry and nobody was doing anything about it,well she wasn't hungry,he was the one that was hungry,he kept sayin

", the room was quiet as Vivian narrated her story. "Everyone was in shock and we weren't handling it well. My mother learnt in a few hours that she was going to be a grandmother. When the baby finally arrived she just didn't know how to process it. I had metamorphosed from an eighteen-year-old to a nursing mother overnight. My mother insisted I give up the baby. She just didn't see any other option. I wasn't given any other choice and right there in the hospital, I watched in tears as my baby was ripped from my arms and taken away. I was told that was the best decision, but her cries as she was taken away have haunted me day and night. I have searched high and low for her. When I finally di

She could easily pass as an angel but I; not so much and I am just one year older. My mother has these habits of telling us basically our life stories from the day we were born whenever it was any of our birthdays. She had graciously told me that I was only three months old when she got pregnant for my sister. Now, don't ask me how that was possible, ask her, not me because it wasn't in my place to ask questions. My place was to sit still and listen while she recounts these stories over and over and over again on every birthday. Talk about repetition.

she smiled evily. "I know his location" she too smirked back nd sat on sofa. "Either start it now or I am leaving" he was done with her. "Back in college ur mother had crush on my father and even he was smitten by her ..... But they never admitted and then after their farewell party of last year they got carried away in one pub and ended up having .... Umm sex ..... That was drunken mistake, both forgot the scene nd moved on in their lives ..... Within two months ur mother got married and found out she is pregnant ..... She was scared that her one drunken mistake will cost her married life ...... She even tried for abortion but till then she had no chance for that" he was drunken mistake and

Like always, he would wrap his arms around my mom, who in return, would blush tomato red. I shake my head while laughing before taking another bite. They've been married for God knows how long but they still act like they just got together. Aunt Tokyo will always tell me how my parent's love story was never rainbows and butterflies. She'd comically tell us their kids how many times my mom had fainted because of Dad's stupid antics. Surprisingly, the fun stories are always out of uncle Demo or uncle Raze's love life. I was just so glad they are all happy now.

Rex rolled his eyes playfully, "Mom, you always have to bring up embarrassing stories. But yeah, I may have had a few cooking mishaps in the past." His mother winked at me, "Oh, you have no idea. I could write a whole book about Rex's kitchen adventures." We continued our meal, sharing stories and laughter. Rex's mother had a knack for turning even the simplest of moments into something extraordinary. "Joan, have I ever told you about the time Rex tried to make a birthday cake for me? Let's just say it turned out more like a pancake with candles" she chuckled. I couldn't contain my laughter, "Oh my goodness, you really have a talent for turning baking into a comedy show"

Because even though my relationship towards my father was kinda tough, my mother was like the sun that melts away the coldness of his treatment. "Absolutely," she nodded, her gaze drifting to the blooming flowers. "It's a journey of discovery, of nurturing a new life while discovering new facets of yourself." Our conversation drifted into shared moments of motherhood—her experiences nurturing me, guiding me through life's twists and turns. In that garden, amidst the tranquility of nature, I felt the depth of her love and the timeless connection between a mother and her child. The stories she shared painted a picture of love and strength, affirming the profound impact of a mother's love from

She leaned forward and wrapped her wrists around my neck. “I was thinking about the time you climbed up my window and dad was away on business. So mom was like hyper aware of noises. She heard us while you were going down on me and barrelled into the room with a shotgun,” she laughed, really loud. I laughed too, but made a face. “I pissed my pants,” I said, cocking my head to the side. She laughed even more, kicking my sides. “It was the fucking BEST, oh my god we joked about that for years. Mom and I had some jokes,” she said, as the toast popped up.

My mom always had a way of turning even the most serious situations into something ridiculous — and right now, I needed it more than I wanted to admit. Once the teasing settled down, the conversation shifted to safer topics — her latest shopping trip, my cousin Nancy’s chaotic household as a mother of three , and the ongoing drama of a neighbor I didn’t even know but now felt heavily invested in. “You wouldn’t believe what happened at the neighborhood association meeting,” she said, her eyes lighting up with pure gossip-fueled excitement. “Oh no.” I grinned. “What did Mrs. Smith do now?” “She accused Mr. Clinton of stealing her lawn flamingo!”