I’m not
sure how most parents mark the passing of their kid’s years but for us, alongside the height marks on the wall, and the outgrown shoes, we’ve noticed Maia’s
developing maturity by changes in our anchoring routine.
There was a
time when she was very wee that when the moment came to anchor I’d strap her
into her car seat and try to chant to myself, ‘it’s for the good of the boat’
while Maia protested very vocally and Evan tried to get my attention with hand
signals before dropping the hook. Then came the stage where we would talk to
her in advance, explaining she needed to play quietly and not interupt us with questions
until the anchor was down and the engine was turned off. Sometimes if it was
going to be complicated anchoring or docking we’d even pull out special toys.
“Is the
engine off yet? No? Then please wait to talk to us.”
By the time
she was seven she knew the drill and would tuck herself away with a book until
the boat was silent and settled, and then we could look out at the new neighbourhood
together.
Then came
the latest change, “I’d like to learn to anchor the boat.”
Our
parenting style falls somewhere between ‘high expectations’ and ‘childhood is
short and the magic should be protected’. What this means is when Maia brought
home a recent report card we barely looked at it but asked if she’s having fun
learning and is getting everything out of school she hoped. On the boat it
means we expect her to help with every chore but if her imaginary mermaid
friend wants to help too, we’ll get both of them a scrub brush.
So through
the years Maia has ‘helped’ but it was more about teaching her how to do things,
and how to be part of a crew, than actually getting things done. Recently though
this has changed. Along with bigger feet, and a height mark on the wall I no
longer have to bend down to make, the way Maia helps us indicates she’s growing
up. When we were hauled out to paint the bottom the quantity and quality of her
contribution caught us both off guard. But it wasn’t until we went out sailing
afterward that we really saw that our little girl had grown into a sailor.
And as she
set the anchor and helped stow away gear, and made her friend feel at home and
taught her how to use everything on the boat, we discovered we're sailing with a very different person
than we arrived in Australia
with. And I couldn’t help but feel proud and amazed.
“I’m not
sure a boat will be my dream when I’m an adult,” Maia told me one evening as we
watched the sun set beyond our anchorage, “but it’s a good way to grow up.”
scenes from our latest trip out |