I have an “almost” 10 year old daughter. She is fabulous and fun and awesome and creative.

She and I can hang out together for hours, read, meander, peruse and discuss. She is hard working and will craft/carry/create her way to success one day.  We have had her hauling wood since she was but a wee little thing, and she pulls her own weight, plus, when we need her.

But, last night I realized something else about her.

I will never, ever be able to be on the Amazing Race with my daughter.

And yes, I realize that in another 9 years the Amazing race may not be running, and if it was I may not be strong enough to do it.

I understand that the chances of us “Actually” doing the Amazing Race together are slim to none.

But, as I sat there last night, I realized that even if The Amazing race came knocking on our door, I would not, could not do it with my daughter.

We are a bad team. A terrible, terrible team.

We can work together, INDEPENDENTLY, for hours. It is when we need to COLLABORATE to do something that we fail miserably.

This has been become more and more apparent as the family plays WII games. As soon as my darling daughter and I need to work together, the whole thing falls to pieces.

And for me, this is the first time that I have seen a foreshadowing of the future.  I mean, what’s going to happen when we need to plan her wedding? Or she has a baby and I want to be there to assist? How are we going to “work together” for the next 50 years (of my life) if we can’t even move a few boxes of Banana’s during WII party?

My only hope is that by realizing it this early we can both know that even though we don’t work well as a team, we still can get things done. Eventually, and through much drama.

Hey, maybe the Amazing Race won’t be so bad. I mean, it could be pretty entertaining watching us fail and fumble and argue our way through it…

That IS the basis of reality TV, right?