{"id":80,"date":"2018-03-06T20:41:11","date_gmt":"2018-03-07T04:41:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/?p=80"},"modified":"2018-03-06T20:41:11","modified_gmt":"2018-03-07T04:41:11","slug":"oh-yeah-my-family-is-different-mfrwauthor","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/2018\/03\/06\/oh-yeah-my-family-is-different-mfrwauthor\/","title":{"rendered":"Oh, Yeah, My Family is Different! #MFRWauthor"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Now, I&#8217;m not saying that no one but my family would understand this, but I know that the families I&#8217;ve met since growing up are not like mine in this particular regard: PDA. Yep, public displays of affection. My family\u2014or at least, my mom&#8217;s family\u2014knows no bounds when it comes to PG-rated affection in front of the world. I spent my childhood being hugged to near death by aunts and uncles, and wiping wet smooches (and lipstick) from my cheeks. All of the women in mom&#8217;s family thought it was their duty to make sure my face was smudgeless. I can&#8217;t tell you the number of times one of them would lick their thumbs (or a napkin or a Kleenex) and then swipe it across my cheek to remove some phantom speck of dirt. They always added a smile and a hug afterward, so I knew they did it only so I could be as perfect as they imagined I could be. Lol! Who wouldn&#8217;t feel loved?<\/p>\n<p>Now the problem is, I grew up thinking all families were like that. Instead, to my complete confusion, I married into a family who thought a handshake was a bit too much emotion to display in public. They accept my hugs and kisses because they love me but I know my actions are alien to them, even after all these years. Acceptance is one thing, but\u00a0I <em>never<\/em> would consider licking my thumb to wipe a smear of chocolate from my mother-in-law&#8217;s face. \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n<p>So, who has made the greatest adjustment in our marriage? I have, of course. It&#8217;s a lot easier to tone down a learned activity than it is to begin one. I still get all the wet smooches and hugs from my mom and aunt. And when hubby and I are alone, it&#8217;s Katie bar the door. I might not wipe off a smear of chocolate on hubby&#8217;s face, but <em>kiss<\/em> it off? Oh, yeah!<\/p>\n<p>Read the next blog in the blog hop by going here:\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/mfrw52week.blogspot.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">MFRW Blog Hop<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/nomadauthors.com\/deesknight\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Dee<\/a><br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/viewBook.at\/Naval-Maneuvers\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Naval Maneuvers<\/a> Available now as a pre-order for $2.99 until March 9!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Now, I&#8217;m not saying that no one but my family would understand this, but I know that the families I&#8217;ve met since growing up are not like mine in this particular regard: PDA. Yep, public displays of affection. My family\u2014or at least, my mom&#8217;s family\u2014knows no bounds when it comes to PG-rated affection in front &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/2018\/03\/06\/oh-yeah-my-family-is-different-mfrwauthor\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Oh, Yeah, My Family is Different! #MFRWauthor&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-80","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p9wA33-1i","jetpack-related-posts":[],"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/80","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=80"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/80\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":83,"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/80\/revisions\/83"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=80"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=80"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=80"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}