Novel About Motherhood Novels & Stories

Sarah had fallen in and out of depression because of her barrenness. The guilt of her abortion ate her up daily especially when Kunle defended her against his mother. Mama had lamented and caused her when she discovered that Mary was already pregnant with Jude's child even though they just got married. Mama vowed to kill herself if Sarah did not leave the house. "Mama, I made a vow for better or worse and I'm going to stick by it, I will stand by my wife. She is not the cause of our not having children." Kunle bent over his mother as she wailed. "Where is your faith mama, remember it is God who gives children." He said, trying to calm his mother down.

She said she doesn’t want to mix up with the person who helped Alina ruin her life, David and the other three respected her decision. “Brother Liam, motherhood comes to a girl with her child, only a mother can feel her child’s heartbeat and his every habit, it’s like magic to be a mother” Nina smiled, looking at Noah’s sleeping figure. Her child, Kate heard every word carefully, motherhood comes with her child, she touched her abdomen, she also wants to be a mother, she never gets mother love, she doesn't even know how to be a mother for her child, but she wants such cute babies, because of David.

I’ve really fucked up this time, I just hope that I get the chance to make it right again when we return with Zelena. Tri-Moon began to say their goodbyes and the rest of the warriors started to pile into the buses. A tight fit was an understatement. Every space on the busses was filled, some sitting, some standing, some sitting on top of others. It’s going to be an uncomfortable drive. I was standing by one of the Humvee’s watching Gunner say goodbye to his mother. He leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers while she cupped his cheeks. Her thumb rubbed affectionately over his cheek, as a tear rolled down hers. Their bond is beautiful, and if I'm being honest, I'm envious. The moment th

Had she been in a better mood she would have laughed at the flush of embarrassment on their faces. "What? You expect me to play ignorant of such things? I gave birth to five children, and I assure you that I did not do that all on my own. Your father played a significant role in bringing your miserable existences about. There's that little book from India I believe you all own? The one with all the illustrations. Don't pretend you don't know it, because I've read it as well." "Mother! For God's sake!" Lawrence begged, cutting his mother off.

Those were the questions I kept asking myself. My father disowned me when he learned of my pregnancy and I took shelter with my mother. Father said he was ashamed of me. My father and mother got separated because dad was toxic. They married out of love. Mother took me in and took care of me till I gave birth to Damien and that was the beginning of success for me. A few hours after Damien's birth, my editor called to inform me that my published book was ready for launching and that has been my stepping stone to success. I had become unstoppable ever since then, with my mother's help.

April read out loud. It was a poem written by her daughter ages ago. April's heart clenched as her eyes scanned the note to read the lines penned by her daughter. My mother is... I'm sure I've heard it all. My mother is strong. She broke the stereotype of being a single mother. My mother is resilient. She raised me alone and did one hell of a job. I have medals and enough straight As to attest to that. My mother is smart. I have never had to worry about money.

She sneaked behind the door and listened to their conversion. Clifford : Anyway mum, I came here to give you good news. Mad. Flora : Really? Let's hear it. Clifford (smiling) : Mum, am going to be a father. Rosie is pregnant. Mad. Flora : What! Is that true? Mad. Flora was so excited and hugged his son. Mad. Flora : So where is she now? Clifford : At the hospital. Mad. Flora : What happened to her?

Her father is hardly ever home, working long hours in the city while her mother spends most of her time grading papers from all of her high school students. She opens the door quietly, but there is no need. Her mother is still awake. She's curled up in the living room reading her latest adventure novel wrapped on the comfy (and dare she call ugly) recliner her father just had to have. Her curly auburn hair is up in a bun with a few stray strands spiraling free as her eyes intently scan the new Kindle she received for her birthday only a few weeks ago. It's safe to say she has become a little obsessed with it. Can't say Sera can blame her. She herself escapes to a different world every time s

Niccola Fairchild Motherhood does not arrive gently. It arrives in fragments, half-slept hours, sore muscles I didn’t know I owned, a constant low-level hum of responsibility that never fully switches off. By the fifth day home, time has lost its shape. Morning and night blur together, measured not by clocks but by feedings, cries, and the small, grounding weight of Aiden against my chest. I love him so fiercely it scares me. That part is easy. Everything else feels like learning to walk again on a moving floor.

And only then could the Keeper fully reclaim his variable. --- The children were unaware of the true source of their mother’s suffering. They noticed fatigue, pallor, quiet cries in the night—but nothing explained the constant, creeping dread that had entered their home. Lerato hid it as best she could, masking weakness with determination, fear with purpose. But every night, in the quiet hours, she felt herself being drained by something that knew her heart, her love, her every instinct. It was the darkness. And it was hungry. --- Doctors tried to help. Nurses tried to care. Friends offered support.