I have found myself singing Maxine fragments of songs my mother sang (sings) to me. The pieces have stuck with me thru the years and I hope to pass them on to her.

Like “Patience (Herbert the Snail)”, which I forgot was a christian song, if I ever knew. And while I do want to preach patience, I don’t want to preach. So, I change “God” to “Dad” and testify.

And I was waaaay off with the words to this good morning song I sing Maxine most mornings. Even knowing I’m wrong, I’ll continue to sing it my waaaay. After all, my mother taught me to accentuate the positive. Eliminate the negative. Latch on to the affirmative. And don’t mess with mister in-between.