From my latest article at CatholicMom.com:
Itâ€™s here: the final season of Downton Abbey. Iâ€™m going to miss it when itâ€™s gone. This show has brightened my Januaries since its premiere five years ago, letting me slip away from my suburban Silicon Valley existence and immerse myself in a world of tea trays and titled gents.
Iâ€™m not alone in my love for this series. It has a broad base of support, appealing to viewers of all kinds. But I happen to think that moms have a particular affinity for the saga of Lord and Lady Grantham, their family, and their servants. I think it appeals to the mom-demographic for a few very specific reasons.
1) We moms harbor fantasies of living like Lady Grantham. I donâ€™t know about you, but I dream of a world where I have breakfast in bed every day, not just on Motherâ€™s Day. I fantasize about being able to ring a bell and have other people bring me anything I need (or, more to the point, anything I want), be it a cup of tea or a freshly-ironed dress. And donâ€™t even get me started about living in a beautiful house that I donâ€™t have to clean myself. Downton Abbey lets us vicariously indulge in a pampered life, one that looks mighty appealing to the modern mom.
2) The show reflects our much-less-glamorous reality. As much as Downton Abbey feeds our fantasies about doing nothing more pressing than deciding what to wear for dinner, it also reflects what our lives really do look like. We moms can relate to the servants who zip around below stairs and behind the scenes, keeping the house running smoothly. We understand the frazzled feelings of Mrs. Patmore as she frantically bangs lids onto pots and tries to get dinner done on time. We all know that feeling of having to drop what weâ€™re doing and help someone else. We donâ€™t answer to the ding of a bell calling us to the drawing room, but we know how it feels to be summoned by the newborn who needs to be fed or the child who desperately needs help with a math problem. Putting othersâ€™ wishes above our own? We get that, we moms. We know how it feels to live a life of service.
And when Downton Abbey shows the servants in a rare moment of relaxation, sitting down and reading the paper or enjoying a glass of something in Mrs. Hughesâ€™ office, I almost want to weep with happiness for them. Theyâ€™ve earned it. We have too, moms, and letâ€™s not feel guilty about occasionally putting our feet up or escaping to a cafÃ© or the mall for a little time alone. (Even the servants get one afternoon off a week; isnâ€™t it only normal for us to want the same?)
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