The “Trad Wife Revival” is slowly but surely making a comeback shh, don’t tell our moms! After years of being told to smash glass ceilings and embrace our independence, some women are quietly sneaking back into the kitchen, swapping power suits for aprons and willingly taking on roles that our old-school aunties would never approve of for their daughters.

Imagine this: your mother who worked so hard to send you to university now hearing that you want to… stay at home and focus on baking sourdough and being the perfect homemaker? The shock! The horror! Yet, here we are in a world where some modern women are happily stepping into a more traditional role, much to the dismay of the aunties who marched for our liberation.

They would probably clutch their pearls if they knew what was happening. After all, these are the same women who spent years telling us to “never depend on a man!” They were the OG girl bosses before “girl boss” was even a term. For them, being a traditional wife sounds like stepping backward just when they thought they raised us to be strong, independent women.

But let’s be real: times have changed, and the revival of the traditional wife isn’t about going back to the 1950s with no options. It’s more about embracing the freedom to choose how we want to live. Some women see comfort in managing the home, raising children, and letting their husbands be the breadwinners it’s their version of empowerment. And hey, isn’t feminism about choice, after all?

Still, it’s hard to imagine what our mothers and aunties would say if they found out about this secret movement. It’s one thing to spend your weekend meal prepping or enjoying some quiet time at home, it’s another thing to actually declare yourself a traditional wife on social media. Their eyes would roll so far back they’d see their own childhood.

The traditional wife revival is happening quietly, without much fanfare just women choosing to live life in a way that suits them, even if it means going against everything their aunties taught them. Maybe one day our aunties and mother will come around. Or maybe not. For now, let’s just keep this between us, shall we?

By Edima Columbus