A weekly newsletter for all your intellectual, spiritual, and physical needs Hello all! Welcome to Volume 204 of Dovi’s Digest. There’s some wisdom in the phrase “your parents choose your best friends”. When I think on many of those closest to me, I realise that it’s for the most part true. Now not for a second am I suggesting that my parents chose my friends as a kid in an active sense, they were never directly involved in who I could/couldn’t play with – it just happens to be that some of my best friends happen to be the children of my parents’ good friends. Most of my socialising as a child was done in this sort of context, a group of parents who get together at a park and then tell their offspring to play nice while the adults are talking. (I’ll put aside the experiences of my poor mom, who would accompany me on every jungle gym and ride as I was an anxious child who was attached to his mother’s apron strings. I’m pleased to note that these days I go on jungle gyms alone, although other parents ruin the fun when they ask, “why is there a 30 something year old man hanging upside down from the monkey bars?”)
Dovi's Digest Volume 204
Dovi's Digest Volume 204
Dovi's Digest Volume 204
A weekly newsletter for all your intellectual, spiritual, and physical needs Hello all! Welcome to Volume 204 of Dovi’s Digest. There’s some wisdom in the phrase “your parents choose your best friends”. When I think on many of those closest to me, I realise that it’s for the most part true. Now not for a second am I suggesting that my parents chose my friends as a kid in an active sense, they were never directly involved in who I could/couldn’t play with – it just happens to be that some of my best friends happen to be the children of my parents’ good friends. Most of my socialising as a child was done in this sort of context, a group of parents who get together at a park and then tell their offspring to play nice while the adults are talking. (I’ll put aside the experiences of my poor mom, who would accompany me on every jungle gym and ride as I was an anxious child who was attached to his mother’s apron strings. I’m pleased to note that these days I go on jungle gyms alone, although other parents ruin the fun when they ask, “why is there a 30 something year old man hanging upside down from the monkey bars?”)