I am convinced I’d never have the patience or inclination to
endure home schooling. Even more so in a confined space, rolling on waves, with
the sea and surf calling out through the windows.
But since we’ve arrived on the boat-life scene in the
Caribbean, we’ve met many families, many mothers who do just that. They follow
various curriculums and try as best they can to fit in all the lessons, tests
and essays, amidst squalls, grocery and laundry trips ashore or washing by
hand, cooking, cleaning and polishing their stainless steel or teak wood on
board.
I admire all of them for their courage and saintly patience.
The kids as well. Must be near impossible to maintain a routine and the
concentration needed for school work in an atmosphere like a Caribbean anchorage.
We never considered taking off to cruise with the kids, and
I believe it was mostly due to the fact that neither of us could imagine the
day to day of it all.
But since we’ve arrived and I witness the lives of families
aboard, especially the kids, I’ve realised that it is well worth the sacrifice.
And more than that, it’s an amazing life for a kid.
This afternoon I was sitting at Secret Harbour marina and
one of the yachtee kids arrived. She’s 8 years old. I asked her who she came
with. Where is mum etc.
“I came alone, in my dinghy. Mom is coming along.”
I smiled. Inside was in awe. I only commandeered my first
solo dinghy ride last week. I found the
little outboard motor heavy and awkward, and the motion of revving and steering
with opposite motions of that stick makes my brain hurt.
Meanwhile my little friend has her own dinghy. This implies
that she is an excellent swimmer, and at ease in the water. Her confidence
radiates as she operates the small motor alone and arrives at her destination,
ties up and comes up to the restaurant alone. And she talks to me like an
adult. She looks me in the eye and she’s got a lot of interesting stuff to say.
She’s even written an article in a Caribbean wide magazine publication.
Wow.
And what is even more amazing is that suburban parents will
judge her parents. Will assume this is no lifestyle to take your children along
on. They will cry danger and selfish parental desires.
But on the other hand, we on land complain about this
generation of landlubbing kids. They never really PLAY anymore. They sit behind
computer and game console screens and they are losing the ability to socialize.
They don’t know how to amuse themselves outside movies and games. They are
spoiled. Lazy. Disinterested.
And the children I’ve met here are exactly the opposite.
They have no TV’s and most have no video games. They play for hours on end on
the beach. They have avid imaginations and can busy themselves on long
passages, while their parents do the laundry ashore, or work on urgent engine issues.
They have no fears, as they have seen their parents venture
out into the world, far from the comforts of home, learning new cultures,
skills, languages every day. They play with dolphins and swim with stingrays. They dive metres down on anchor chains. They kayak over to visit a friend.
They can handle real tools and read charts.
The first weekend we arrived at Hog island I watched two raggamuffin
boys, enjoying boyhood to the fullest. They ducked and dived behind the adults,
putting together a fire. One held a machete that was near close to his height.
They were wild yet controlled. No one got hurt and if they did, they brushed it
off and got on with it.
Then one of them, all smudged with dirt came running up and
cuddled under his mom’s arm. He looked up with glassy blue eyes and a little blond
cowlick. And then he spoke. He was articulate, not shy. He spoke with the
adults, answered our questions and asked a few of his own. And then he was off
again, back to the world of pirates and desert islands and heroes and
hooligans. And there was no Gameboy in sight.
Then his mom turned to me and said,
“We had to send him to ‘real school’ recently. We realised
he could tie every nautical knot but he couldn’t tie a shoelace. He’s never
worn lace up shoes”.
I loved it. I think I will always remember that.
I wondered what a childhood like that would be like. What
people it will create. And I am sure it will be a rare breed - kids who are
well rounded and well travelled. Kids who play hard and equally, who learn real
life lessons that can’t be trapped in the pages of a book.
