"The problem with you mum is that you are inconsistent". William boldly stated. The problem with having children is their unfailing honesty. "What do you mean?" I begged. "Well sometimes you are shockingly late and other times way too early. Sometimes you remember to do things, other times you forget. Totally inconsistent" he replied unflinchingly.
That hit hard. I don't intend to disappoint, I just find myself juggling so many things at once, sometimes something has to give. This weekend was no exception. For the 4th Saturday in a row I found myself driving down the M42 with a Tera strapped to my roof. We were heading to Barnt Green Sailing Club for the Junior Invitational Open. A great annual meet for 5 local clubs, juniors and adults alike.
We arrived on time, intact and with the requisite no of children and boats. That's 1 - nil I believe William.
The others arrived and we merrily chatted as we helped rig each other's boats. Rob kindly tweaked a few of the controls on George's pre loved laser. It does need a lot of work but it's not his main boat. Priorities and all that. He spotted that the fixing on the end of George's boom was half hanging off. It needed re-riveting but we neither had the tools or the time. We all crossed our fingers that it would hold out for the day's racing. I hoped William hadn't clocked that one.
The team had a wonderful day racing in a mixture of conditions, the fixing held and all the juniors exceeded all expectations and sailed their hearts out. George won the Gold Fleet and William won the Silver Fleet. Abi came a close 3rd much to everyone's delight. All the juniors did us proud.
Sunday took us back to Olton Mere where we had a mixture of training and racing. The comedy duo took the 29er out then raced the afternoon in their Lasers. I sailed the Vision and William was back in his Tera. It was a glorious afternoon, wonderful for the spectators. The winds picked up in the afternoon and I left George in Rich's capable hands to spend some time with Freddie who I had finally managed to drag off the tennis court.
Ping. My phone beeped. A message from Rich " You may have tears when he gets home". Ping "Broken Boom".
Oh man, in the excitement of yesterday I had totally forgotten about the boom and sent him out in heavy winds with the fixing hanging off. He arrived. Tears, floods of them. Buoyed by yesterday's success he was having the race of his life, he'd been leading, it was all going to plan. Then Bang the boom went. Bad, bad mother.
I felt dreadful. Many children have these wonderful boats and I'd failed him. William I'll hand it to you. Inconsistent.