How I Met Your Mother: The Finale Analysis



    I loved this show and watched all nine seasons of it.  I borrowed the first three seasons from a friend who said, “you need to watch this show; you’ll love it.”  He was right.  I got hooked right away.  I’m basically a female version of Ted Mosby, and all of the other characters on the show remind me of at least one of my friends and/or family members.  I think this show has been the “Friends” of the beginning end of the millennial generation, i.e. those of us born between the late 70s and the mid 80s.  The plot lines and the characters are relatable to us: there’s one couple who met in college and who mostly remains together, i.e. the corporate lawyer and the artist/teacher who are serial monogamists.  There’s the more career oriented, “tough chick” female friend, the funny male friend who behaves like a stereotypical “player,” and the creative, visionary friend who wants love so badly, but through a combination of bad luck and bad choices, seems to have a hard time finding it.  (We all have at least one friend who fits all of these descriptors.  I think I’m a combination of the “tough chick” female friend and the unlucky in love creative friend).  Thus, so many of us fell in love with the show.  However, a lot of people, from what I read and heard, were disappointed in the finale.  I know I’m in the minority here, but I liked it. 

     The reason I liked it was that I thought it was honest.  No, not everything turned out the way you would have liked it to for the characters, but it was true to live.  It was disappointing that Barney and Robin’s marriage only lasted three years, and honestly, I would have liked to have seen them fight harder for it.  However, we all know at least one couple who had a passionate and adventurous, but short-lived marriage.  Robin did what I think many of my friends and family have feared I would do: she chose the charming and smart, but not very reliable guy.  Having said that, I as a viewer understood why she made that choice.  She knew that Ted wanted kids and that having kids was not an option for her, and she and Barney neither one seemed very interested in having a “traditional” family and a “traditional” marriage.  So she made the best choice she could at the time.  I think perhaps if she and Ted had met either five years earlier or five years later than they did, they probably would have ended up together in the first place.  However, as is sometimes the case in real life, you can love someone, but the timing just isn’t quite right.   

     In the last season, we get to know and like Ted’s first wife, who we finally learn is named Tracy McConnell.  (However, the fact that I had to look up her name shows that I wasn’t as invested in her character as I was Robin, Marshall, Lily, or Barney, but perhaps that was intentional on the part of the writers).  She’s quirky, but in a good way, and she’s smart, attractive, and funny, so it makes sense that she and Ted would choose each other, after both of them having to let go of past flames.  I can certainly see why people were disappointed to learn that she passed away, after we spent a whole year getting to know her.  However, the writers hinted at it, especially during the episode where they’re having dinner and they broach the topic of subjects too uncomfortable and sad to discuss. There were other hints, such as the locket, but even I didn’t catch on until the very end.  Ted was clearly completely devoted to his first wife until she passes away, so in the end, I as a viewer still like his character.  Also, unfortunately, in real life people are sometimes widowed at an early age and have to move on to new relationships.  Therefore, I, like the kids, feel happy when he and Robin reunite because I want Robin to have her happy ending too. 

     I think what the show was trying to do–and perhaps didn’t do as well as it could have–is challenge the notion of traditional ideas of love and romance.  At the beginning of the show, Ted has a fairy tale idea of romantic love, and by the end of the show, he seems to have a more realistic one.  There are people, Lily and Marshal being an example, who are lucky enough to meet the person they’re meant to be with early in life and stay with that person forever.  However, at the risk of sounding callous, it’s just not that way for some of us.   Some people have to try and fail several times (more like Ted and Robin) to find the person who’s truly a good fit, and some people, like Barney, make the conscious choice that a traditional marriage is not what they want and find fulfillment in career, friendships, and other areas of life.  (Robin too makes this choice between marrying Barney and reuniting with Ted.  It was disappointing to me to read that some people thought Robin’s life “sucked.”  To me, having a successful career and traveling the world is not a life that sucks).  Therefore, the characters have a happy ending, just perhaps not the way they thought.  Barney finds joy in this daughter, born as a surprise, but clearly valued nonetheless.   Lily and Marshall have a more traditional marriage with kids.  Ted and Tracy get married, but much later than they expected and after having kids.  (Again, this does not fit the societal mode, but it’s happening more often now).  Robin has one short marriage, a long and successful career, and then (hopefully) a second and happier marriage later in life.  Her story might not be a traditional princess meets prince story, but she still has a happy ending. 

     So no, the finale was not what people wanted or expected, but then again, what in life really is.  The friendships changed, but when it was all said and done, the friends were there for each other’s important moments, which again was true to life.  Another important message of the show, I thought, was to value the single years and/or the years without kids while you have them.  Yes, the traditional family life is great too, but you have less time for your friends.  Again, the show showed this honestly.  I was happy with the finale, both for its honesty and for its portrayal of different kinds of love.  


Easter Weekend at the Texas Baby Boomer House

Glass of white wine for happy hour,

Glass of red for dinner,

Because we like to double fist it

On holiday weekends.

Mom makes me King Salmon from Alaska

and egg roles or crab cakes. She knows my favorites.

Dad buys fine wine

Because he’s glad to have me home.

I look at him, see a male image of me

34 years older. It bodes well for my future.

Blue eyes wizened with age, streaks of silver in

Brown curls, but still a lot of me there.

With mom, it’s the eyes and nose shape.

They’re aging, but still young at heart.

They laugh and smile at stories of my grad

School friends. They remember, sometimes wish

They were still there.


On cloudy Texas afternoons when I can

Smell the rain coming in,

I walk to my water fall,

My place of peace, the place where the

Water falls into the stream, and I am reminded

That there’s a natural rhythm to life, a purpose.

Not all goes as planned sure, and disappointment

Makes his nasty appearance, like the wrinkles

Under my still young eyes that I cover with a small

Amount of “concealer” make-up.

Disappointment might win battles,

But He won’t win the war. The waterfall

Gives me peace, the strength to go on,

To keep writing my own story while reading

Those of my friends.  


Home from the walk, Mom makes

Me coffee from central market,

The place of fresh food.

I pour my cream, hear the spoon clank

On the coffee cup,

Sit outside on the overcast

Porch to write my poems, slap

The bugs as they try to suck my blood.

I wonder about the future, but no longer

Worry. Mom and Dad met in the summer of

1967, their summer of love. They were just

kids; Mom was still a teenager. I’m sure then

They never knew they’d be in Texas

Twenty-something years later. They thought they’d live

In North Carolina forever, maybe, not Europe, then

Savannah, then Michigan, then Georgia, then off

To Texas they went.

They went where the tide of live took them,

Open to the pull of the water’s current.

They knew there was a reason,

Even though we didn’t walk into a church

Building or a synagogue this holy weekend.


To me, water is always holy.

It reminds me that the real meaning of Easter

Is rebirth.