Describe The Relationship Between Holden And Catcher In The Rye

My mother loved William Holden. Not unusually at all, I’m sure; many women were in love with William Holden. But this was my mother, and as strange as it sounds, I never thought of her as more than that. Yes, she was a person, but she was my mother. Remember, this was a time parents were not our “friends”. Long before social media, and spontaneous cell phone pictures shared with the world. The era of black-and-white photos, imprisoned behind plastic sheet covered pages, in books that hid in the attic. Parents were our parents. There were no emotions outside the family. They made breakfast, lunch, and dinner and provided us with clothes and shelter and kept us safe at night.
And they were never wrong.
My mother was sick for a long time. It began at the
In the hospital room, before she slipped into a coma, she spoke to each of us. Not sure what she said to my brother, and I’m sure she told my sister to take care of me (Geesh, Mom, I’m not a kid anymore).
When I stood by her bedside, her face and body frail, she took my hand. It took me years to realize, that what she said to me in the moment, was wrong.
She whispered, “You’ll never know how much I love you”.
As the person living on the child end of the parent-child relationship, it was wonderful to hear, even under the horrific conditions we found ourselves. It gives credence to that saying, “tell the people you love you love them because you’ll never know if you’ll ever get the chance again”. (Is that a saying? Seems awful long for a saying, but you get the idea)
It wasn’t until years later, after I was married, and about to start a family of my own, did my mother’s words echo in my head.
“You’ll never know how much I love you.”
No, Mom, I do. Not then, but now. The moment I held my first child in my arms, I knew exactly how much you loved me.
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