When I was three or four, my mother used to sing me to sleep at night.  She loved Goodnight My Love, a song she remembered from Benny Goodman and his Orchestra.  But, once she started singing, I would start bawling and crying out “No, No!”  Thinking that I hated her singing, my mother stopped.  But what she didn’t know is that once I heard the line, Goodnight, my love, my moment with you now is ending, I thought my mother was telling me that she was leaving me forever.
It wasn’t until I was older and found the lyrics to this song in one of her scrapbooks, that I realized it was a love song, and we’ve laughed about it ever since. Â But that memory still stays with me, even decades later. Â It’s funny how we can misunderstand the meaning of something until we are older, has that ever happened to you?