{"id":76496,"date":"2020-06-28T08:42:33","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T12:42:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=76496"},"modified":"2020-06-28T08:42:33","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T12:42:33","slug":"hour-24-a-hallmark-holiday","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/hour-24-a-hallmark-holiday\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 24, A Hallmark Holiday"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>One of the unasked for upsides<br \/>\nto being richly blessed<br \/>\nwith loving family<br \/>\nis the many wonderful<br \/>\ngifts from them I have received.<\/p>\n<p>One that stands out, though,<br \/>\nis a gift that the sender<br \/>\nhad no idea would be so profound.<\/p>\n<p>My first husband was abusive,<br \/>\ndid not value me as a wife or mother.<br \/>\nHe declared Mother&#8217;s Day stupid,<br \/>\na Hallmark holiday with no real meaning,<br \/>\nand so for years its only commemoration<br \/>\nwas by what teachers created.<\/p>\n<p>That marriage eventually failed<br \/>\na shock to no one but him,<br \/>\nand I began to date online<br \/>\na new old love from high school.<\/p>\n<p>He lived far away in Germany,<br \/>\nI and my children in the States,<br \/>\nbut constant online contact<br \/>\nmeant he knew me and the children well.<\/p>\n<p>The last Mother&#8217;s Day before we married<br \/>\nhe sent a sumptuous gift,<br \/>\nflowers, chocolates, fruits, sausages<br \/>\nand cheeses, and a beautiful note<br \/>\ntook me by such complete surprise,<br \/>\nI cried.<\/p>\n<p>Years of neglect and cruelty<br \/>\nhad trained me to expect nothing,<br \/>\nso simply being remembered<br \/>\nbecame extraordinary.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>One of the unasked for upsides to being richly blessed with loving family is the many wonderful gifts from them I have received. One that stands out, though, is a gift that the sender had no idea would be so profound. My first husband was&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":308,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-76496","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/76496","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/308"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=76496"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/76496\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":76674,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/76496\/revisions\/76674"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=76496"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=76496"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=76496"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}