More Than A Mom Novels & Stories

There's nothing like a good pampering to put a girl in a fantastic mood. Another reason for our trip to the spa is that Mom wants to spend quality time with us, having been absent for hours on end due to the multiple shifts she had to take in the hospital, she’s been more absent than present lately and I know she feels guilty. I wish I could tell her to save her guilt though because Leo and I definitely put to good use the period of no adult/parental supervision. I went to a party in an outfit I doubt Mom would’ve approved of and Leo has been busy doing Leo things, all of which I'm sure ranges from disallowed-by-mom to illegal-as-hell. Mom works as a nurse for Rixon General Hospital, which s

Under the photo was a voice message. "Kyla, look at this!" Mom's voice exploded through the quiet room. "Is Bruce cheating on you? Don't be stupid!" Then she forwarded an article. [Don't Forgive a Cheater During Postpartum Recovery: Once a Cheater, Always a Cheater.] Every word screamed divorce. I tightened my grip on my phone as cold spread through my body. *** Ever since I was a kid, Mom kept saying we were broke. As the older sister, I had to sacrifice more.

Every pair of eyes in the room turned on the Sutherlands like blades. Grandpa clutched his chest, gasping for air, and pointed a shaking finger at Mom. His lips trembled but nothing came out. Mom stared at the screen, frozen, then whipped her head around and locked eyes with me. Meanwhile, Dad stood on the stage, looking down at the whole family from above, and tapped the microphone lightly. "I hope everyone's enjoying the gift. Now then, shall we talk about that additional investment?" Mom lunged at the screen like she'd lost her mind. "Turn it off! Turn it off!"

I reminded my mom. She shrugged. “I guess so. I don’t really see a difference.” I guessed the conversation was over because she headed over to her recliner. “You don’t see a difference?” I wasn’t done yet. “Mom, Aaron and Tara are, like, ten times faster than the rest of us. They’re stronger.” She was unimpressed. “They have X-ray vision.” “Now, who would want that?” Mom asked, picking up her knitting. She seemed a lot older to me than her fifty-one years all of a sudden. “All that avoiding looking at people’s underwear.”

her mum said in an excited tone. Arlene turned the volume up to the loudest and they kept up with their mini karaoke which was pretty much loud, because people on the road started to look at them. But then none of them cared, to Arlene her mum was a vibe and not like the regular southingham mothers who were boring and lame. These were the moments she lived for, there was never a dull moment with her mum even though they had little cat fights, but it was normal with females. “Do you think dad would be back from work by now?” Arlene asked her mum who was still caught up in the blues of the music playing.

But I don’t. Instead, I open our last conversation. Seth: Just smile and nod. I type I’m trying and stare at the words until they blur then I delete them. I hear mom’s voice drifts through the kitchen window, soft but strained. “He just needs time,” she says to someone. Maybe she’s right and maybe she isn’t. The night air stings, and I realize my hands are trembling. I tilt my head back, stare at the blinking lights and let out a slow, unsteady breath.

We get out of the truck and climb the steps, where aunt Melike is already waiting for us with a knowing smile on her face. "You finally came back, my girl. Your dad is climbing the walls, arguing all the time with your grandpa, of course, when your mom isn't around. We both know the man isn't stupid; he knows what awaits him if his kitten finds out." I shake my head and let out a small laugh at her comment. "That man has something I don't like." We hear mom's voice as we get closer to the living room. "Who is your mom referring to?" Alex asks with a frown.

Mom put on a sorrowful expression, but her eyes were filled with barely concealed satisfaction. “My husband, my daughter, all these years I’ve been a devoted wife and loving mother. I don’t even know what I did wrong to deserve your retaliation. “I hope that in the next life, you can both be happy.” At that moment, my phone suddenly beeped. I quickly pressed confirm. All the phones in the room began ringing one after another. Mom also took out her phone and frowned. The moment she saw what was on the screen, her face paled. “That’s impossible! That’s absolutely impossible! I clearly already…”

Mom froze, as did Arnold. The crowd of onlookers fell into a stunned silence. "What's the matter? You think that's too little?" I looked down at them condescendingly. "Mom, you're the one who taught me that if you want something, you have to earn it. There is no such thing as a free lunch in this world. "And Arnold—don't just stand there. You can scrub the tires. I'll give you a dollar per tire. But if they aren't spotless, you don't get paid."

She felt like a failure as a mother. Sebastian nodded. "I'll take you there." Right now, she needed her son's company more than anything. After dinner, Sebastian drove Lisbeth to the hospital himself. They found Dennis lying bored in his hospital bed. The child was still weak and could do little more than rest. Seeing his mother, his face lit up. "Mommy." Lisbeth gently stroked Dennis's small face. "Mommy's here to see you. I'm staying with you tonight." At three years old, Dennis didn't understand much about the world. But he understood this. "Yay, Mommy stays."