I've probably written 30 posts on Noah's reluctance to sail. I know of at least 5 where I talked about my plans to slowly introduce him into it, working to overcome his fear bit by little bit. I knew it would eventually happen; it's like potty training, you just don't see a lot of 18 year olds who are scared to get on a boat.
This Saturday my wonderful wife suggested that I go down to the boat to get some time to myself (even though we've had Sunday Sailing planned for weeks). Before I thought better of it, I asked Noah if he wanted to go....and he said yes. At the worst, we'd have father/son time down at the marina. At the best we got:
That's right, he's a sailor now! It's not quite crossing the equator but first steps first, you have to get the sails up for that to happen. As soon as I got home I downloaded the song "Son of a Son of a Sailor" to commemorate his third-generation sailorhood! Dad, he's sailing now!
Tillerman asked about sailing goals some time back; one of my answers was to sail with my Son and I accomplished it this weekend (twice but more on the second sail later). I am so proud of him to overcome his fears and, honestly, proud of myself for helping him get there. But, mostly, I'm just excited to have another crew member: my son Noah.