Mom’s always had “their” chair. They didn’t even have to think about bringing it anywhere. It would just arrive, set up in the prime location-able to see all the action, whether it be at the game, park, concert or picnic. Mom’s chair was always a bit smaller than Dad’s chair. These aluminum chairs served their due, until little by little, the webbing would start pulling, fraying and eventually break. Then, it became the kids chair. Rarely were there enough chairs, if any, for kids. We would be relegated to a blanket. Or a towel. I guess being a Mom had it’s perks…like your own chair.