Gilmore Girls

In the last few weeks, I’ve taken to re-watching the Gilmore Girls series.  I started with episode #1 and I’m slipping in an episode here and there in the evenings when I have the time to watch. 

I had forgotten how much I love this show but damn, do I love this show. 

I first began watching when JT was born, the year the show began.  We lived in Nebraska and my little of family of three was in tact.  When I became a single mama in 2006, the show’s final season was a welcome companion as I navigated single parenthood.  Lorelai Gilmore and I don’t have a lot in common, but we did share the challenge of being a mama-on-our-own and Lorelei’s character was both a comfort and an inspiration as I navigated the waters of single parenting. 

Lorelei is the mother of a girl and I have a son, but there were many parallels in our world, among them the times when we came of age and the world of the 90s and early 2000s.  These days, more than 20 years after the show first aired, there is both nostalgia and comfort to be found in the quick-wit and delight in small-town New England living and I am reminded both of how much I love my little corner of New Jersey and  how far I’ve come in the last 20 years.