This is just one of Holden's little lies. He's flirting with a woman on the train to Manhattan who happens to be the mother of one of his classmates, and Holden tells her about the "little tumor" in his head. It's not the only lie he tells in Catcher, but it's the only lie which is about a terminal disease.
I read the passage above, and I thought about all the worries I've had about my son these last few weeks. We received another phone call from his teacher this afternoon. It seems my son was hitting and pushing his classmates on the playground, in the classroom, and at the water fountain. His teacher had the school counselor talk to him.
I need to put things into perspective. My son does not have a tiny little tumor in his head. He has an attitude. A big attitude. It's not going to kill him, unless he pushes some kid with his baseball bat. He's going to be fine. I know that.
God doesn't ever give you anything He doesn't think you can handle. I've always hated that saying. It's the kind of thing you hear in Steel Magnolias. At the moment, it feels like my son is going to drive me to an early grave. If I get one more phone call from his teacher, I think a vein in my head is going to explode.
For some reason, God has given me a son who likes to hit people. I guess He thinks I can handle that. I don't know how I'm supposed to handle it. Maybe with a Xanax, a glass of red wine, and some chocolate. My son will survive kindergarten. He may have to survive kindergarten twice, but he'll survive it.
Saint Marty thinks it's going to be a really long school year.
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| Let's hope we only have to do this two or three times |
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