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. But that memory still stays with me, even decades later. It’s funny how we can misunderstand the meaning of something until we are older, has that ever happened to you?
