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I HAVE TO RUN

Not after the kids, or between work and the house. I mean, I do, of course, but when I say “I have to run,” it’s not because I’m looking for a nice way to finish a long phone conversation, or “I have to run” when I realize my daughter is waiting for me to pick her up from school and I completely forgot.

Maya Hirsch THE STORYTELLHER Blog Misantroph part 1 מיה הירש

THE MISANTHROPE (PART 1)

It was the end of a six-week period in which my guy was on-call, and I could hardly remember my name. During these weeks, the most my girls get to see of him is a glimpse of his shadow when they wake up in the middle of the night crying because they miss him.

THE STORYTELLHER | BLOG | Mom's food | Maya Hirsch | מיה הירש

MOM’S FOOD

“But mom, you’re making your meatball sauce, right? And the chicken soup!”. I was standing in line to use the payphone. The girl ahead of me was about to finish her conversation with home when she remembered to ask, just at the last minute, for one more treat she hoped to get when she returned home from a 5-day sleep-away camp: her mom’s cooking.

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WFH MOM

Two weeks ago, my oldest performed in a school-wide ceremony. Parents are not usually invited to these kinds of ceremonies, but since she was performing, I received a direct order to come watch her. One of the greatest perks of working from home is the ability to be available to watch the girls’ performances and shows, no matter how small of a part they actually have in them.

Maya Hirsch THE STORYTELLHER Blog When I grow up מיה הירש

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?

I was 38 years old, with 3 girls in the backseat of my car, 13 years of marital bliss, an impressive resume of several management positions, 4 years into our overseas adventure, and less than a year to our return date, when I decided I needed to know what I wanted to be when I grow up.

THE STORYTELLHER | BLOG | Surprise | Maya Hirsch | מיה הירש

SURPRISE!

“Mom, this afternoon I’m going to have a birthday party at our house. I invited all of my preschool friends, and they will be here at 4 pm. Can I get a Barbie doll?”. I was almost 5 years old, and the colors that changed on my mom’s face when I announced this wonderful news reminded me of the colorful stickers I used on the invitations I’d handed out to my friends.

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TOP SECRET

“G-E-T O-U-T O-F M-Y R-O-O-M!!”. For the first time in 11 years, it was me who was doing the screaming. But this time, instead of a door slam following the invective, I could hear an excited giggle and a door quietly closed behind the intruder.

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DON’T BUY A BIKE AND DON’T GET A DIVORCE

Last summer I had coffee with a good friend I hadn’t seen in a while. He ordered a double espresso with a side of steamed milk and I had a decaffeinated brew of ginger, mint, and honey. We had chatted for about 30 minutes, and I was sharing the plans for a friend’s 40th birthday celebration, when all of a sudden he interrupted.

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