Why Moms Should Get a “Mother’s Day Off” from Mother’s Day
Picture this: It’s Sunday morning in our little flat in Rongai. The sun barely peeks through the curtains, and the neighbour’s sufurias are already clanging like they’re auditioning for a band. The radio next door blasts gospel tunes at full volume, while matatus honk madly outside. Suddenly, my daughter’s voice cuts through the noise, shouting from her room, “Mum, nisaidie na ile jacket yako niende church,” even though it’s barely 7 am. This moment captures it all, chaos wrapped in love. Mother’s Day is supposed to be that one day in May to kick back and feel appreciated, but for many of us, it just feels like another Sunday spent prepping for the week’s madness.
This year, I’m done with the script. No more expensive brunches in Westlands that leave me broke and bloated, no more flowers that die by Tuesday, no more those cute-but-crumby cards saying “World’s Best Mum” while the kids fight over the last mandazi. I told my family straight up: This Mother’s Day, I want a full day off. No mum duties. Sitaki. Zero. Zilch. Let’s talk about why this needs to be the new normal for Kenyan moms—and how we can actually make it happen.
The “Celebration” That Feels Like Work
Last Mother’s Day, I tried the whole thing. My hubby promised “breakfast in bed,” and the kids were excited. By 8 a.m., I had burnt mandazi crumbs all over my bedsheets, cold chai that tasted like it had been sitting since Friday, and eggshells in the scrambled stuff. Then relatives showed up unannounced with chapati expectations, and I spent the whole afternoon making chapos, serving, and smiling while pretending I wasn’t exhausted. By evening, I was more tired than on a normal Monday after market day.
When was the last time anyone in your house said, “Let Mum sleep in—we’ve got this”? In my case, it wasn’t until I demanded it this year. I asked my hubby and the kids: What if I actually slept past 7? What if someone else handled breakfast, swept the house, and dealt with the “Mum, nisaidie!” calls? They looked at me like I’d grown a second head, but we talked it through. And guess what? It felt revolutionary.
The Gift I Actually Want: Silence
Forget fancy gifts. The best present right now would be some real quiet time. Not the fake quiet after kids go to bed when the house still smells like supper, and someone’s yelling about lost school socks. True peace—no dogs barking, no neighbor’s radio, no one banging on the door asking for mediation because they can’t share the remote. Last week, I tried napping in the afternoon and got interrupted twice. Once for homework and once because the toddler drew on the wall with my lipstick. I just want one day where I can close my eyes and not be on call.
Imagine waking up in Nairobi or out in the village to birds or just traffic and nothing else. No breakfast demands and no arguments over whose turn it is to wash the dishes. Just me, maybe a hot Rolex delivered straight to the door—soft chapati, fluffy eggs, that chilli kick, and strong chai with ginger and cardamom that actually stays hot. No cleanup, no disasters. Now that’s proper pampering.
The Myth of “Rest” on Mother’s Day
We’re told we “deserve rest,” but any Kenyan mum knows rest isn’t sipping chai while dodging laundry and sugar-high kids. It’s usually more multitasking: mopping up the “special” breakfast mess, finding crayons in weird places, and still planning supper. According to the Kenya National Bureau of Statistics (from the 2021 Time Use Survey and the 2025 Economic Value report), women here spend an average of about 4.5 hours a day on unpaid domestic and care work—way more than men’s roughly 1 hour or less. That’s billions of hours annually keeping homes running. No wonder we’re burned out.
So why not ask for a guilt-free day off? No chores, no hosting, no big family lunch where I’m the one cooking and cleaning. Just me deciding between napping or sitting alone at a local café with my phone off. For mamas who do it all, that’s the real self-care upgrade.
The Stress of Hoping for the Perfect Day
Every year we build it up: Maybe the kids will surprise me with breakfast, maybe hubby will bring flowers from the market, maybe someone will remember the trash. Spoiler: They usually don’t. And somehow I end up managing everyone’s expectations while pretending it’s all fine. This time, I’m flipping it. The family has roles—kids handle their mess, hubby handles meals, everyone pitches in, so I can actually enjoy watching without jumping up every five minutes.
Breakfast in Bed? Let’s Be Real
Kids in charge of breakfast sounds sweet until it’s burnt mandazi, weak milky chai gone cold, and crumbs everywhere like a party bomb went off. Last year, I laughed it off, but inside, I was thinking, “Next time, just order in.” A fresh Rolex delivery, hot mandazi on the side, proper chai—no kitchen battlefield, no sweeping up afterwards. Pure bliss.
Starting the “Mother’s Day Off” Tradition
Look, Kenyan moms are superheroes, balancing work, home, church, chama meetings, and still being the family glue. There’s this old Gikuyu proverb that hits home every time I think about it: Mũciĩ ũrĩ na maitũ ũtirĩ mũtũrĩ — a home with a mother is never orphaned. It means as long as mama is there, the family is covered, held together, never truly left wanting or alone. We show up no matter what, wiping noses, fixing messes, keeping the lights on and everything in between, because that’s love.
But that doesn’t mean we have to run on empty forever. Rooted in our culture of community and honouring women, giving her a real day off isn’t taking anything away from the home. Rather, it’s making sure the pillar stays strong because she’s recharged and ready to keep holding it all up.
This Mother’s Day, I want to be treated as the guest, not the one doing all the work. The family can still come together, but I will be taking it easy. We have earned it. If you are a mother reading this, I hope you can talk to your people and ask for a day off too. You deserve some peace.
