Yesterday, I was operating under the First Rule of Sailing:
Never scare a child who might become a sailor.*
This is important to me, I know many kids who are scared to go sailing because of excessive heel, getting wet, and sea shanties. I, in fact, have very vivid, very scary memories of having to jump over a seemingly 20 foot chasm from the dock to the boat on low tides (this was before the advent of floating docks I guess). If possible, I want to encourage a love of sailing; it's one of the best gifts I received from my Dad.
Yesterday I failed. I did all the usual things, reef the main, bear off the wind a bit, sail close to the racing marks, have plenty of food and activities on the boat. None of this kept the unthinkable from happening: mal de mer. A 4 year old got seasick...not violent throwing up over the rail sick, but the silent, queasy, why is this thing still bouncing kind of sick. The poor thing cuddled up in her Dad's lap and didn't say a thing until we were at the dock.
I didn't even know 4 year olds could get seasick, for some reason I thought they were immune. I fear that the world is down one sailor. Sorry Neptune.