When I tune into Parenthood, I don’t have to psychoanalyze the motivations of a meth lord or worry that I missed a very important Easter egg involving a pair of khaki pants from season one. I don’t have to concern myself with Cytron or Gladiators in Suits or trying to figure out who any moles are. There’s no need to think about serial killers, terrorism, or power struggles over iron thrones. Parenthood is just a thoughtful, well-written show that gives us permission, week in and week out, to feel, feel, feel. Sometimes, that’s just the kind of sweet relief we all need.