Some of my earliest memories are of a game my grandpa and I used to play. He’d be out of the living room and I’d crawl on to his green-leather chair. I’d wait for him to come into the room.
There was always a sideways look and then a methodical walk to where I sat. With every step he took, the laughter in me bubbled up. By the time he was standing in front of me I was giggling.
“Who’s sitting in my chair?” he’d ask in made-up gruff voice.
I’d shrug my shoulders and roll my eyes (…something my son does now. I don’t know where he gets it.) and wait for grandpa to take my leg and my arm and move me to the few steps to the couch.
The couch was far enough away and my grandpa was advanced enough in years that by the time he turned around and made his way back to the chair, I’d zip around him and be sitting on with a big grin on my face.
I never remember my grandpa getting mad. My grandma would say something when she saw him getting tired and if I persisted long enough, I’d know she’d soon have a cheese sandwich or cinnamon bun or butterhorn to offer me to get me out of the living room and into the kitchen and away from my game with grandpa – mmmm…butterhorns.
I grew a bit older and my grandpa passed away, and I played the same game with my dad and his chair.
It never seemed to go as long as it did with grandpa and I was usually sent outside to “get-rid-of-some-energy”. There was never any food offered to divert my attention.
Lately I’ve been talking with my son about life and I noticed something during one of our talks… I don’t know any dad, with kids who are teens or younger, who has his own special chair.
Did that die out with my dad’s generation?
My son wasn’t so impressed until we took him with us as we looked for a new washer and dryer. He found the Lazy Boys and was spending time stretched out on it as nervous sales people looked on from a distance. He wanted to buy one for himself.
We don’t have room for a chair. He definitely doesn’t have room in his bedroom. We could, I suppose, get rid of the L-shaped couch that some how manages to hold 22 teens in, on and around it on nights our daughter has her friends over.
But really, do I want 22 teens in, on and around my chair?
I’m wondering if RevTrev readers have “Dad’s chair” in their house. Men, do you have your special chair to relax in? Ladies, does your husband have a chair?
Has the couch replaced the chair? Has women working outside the home made it ridiculous for men to have their own special chair to come home to?
I’m interested in having a discussion about this. Share your thoughts in the comments or on Twitter –