We're home for the holidays and helping my parents deck the halls and ornament the tree. I always like to hang up my threadbare Baby's First Christmas 1979 ball but this year I felt a little silly. I'm ready to stop being the kid. Everyone reverts a bit when they go home and my mother makes it especially appealing by doting on us and catering to our whims. As delicious as it is, I have this yearning for new roles, and I fel like that won't really happen until I become a parent myself. I'm making a Christmas wish that this is my last holiday as "baby."
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