When Rye was in preschool he would get invited by school friends, but since entering elementary school Rye rarely gets invited to a birthday party (actually one in three years). Yes, this is sad. This is something that makes me hate the whole social ritual. Rye doesn't really seem to care, or at least he doesn't speak of it, so I don't really know how he feels about it or if he is aware that he doesn't get invited.
When Rye wants to remember something he always asks us to take a picture of him doing it or he uses my phone to take a picture of it. This is what today looked like through Rye's eyes.
There are no people other than himself.
I have a feeling Rye could give two hoots about the birthday party and all of that worry and concern is on me. I'm the one who wants him to get invited. I'm the one who wants him to "want" to go. I'm the one who is constantly judging whether or not he even understands that he never gets invited and the whole reasoning behind why he doesn't get invited. I guess I need to just let it go.
I will never stop pushing Rye to be more social.
I do however need to give him a little more credit than I do most of the time.
On the way home I asked Rye if he had a fun time today and he said "sure I did".
I then said, "me too Bubble, what a fun date we had."
Rye replied with "Gross mom! WE did not have a DATE."
"Why?" I asked.
"A date is when two people get married and there is LOTS of kissing."
Guess he is a little more informed than I think... He just cares about what he cares about and most of the time that does NOT include birthday parties or other people.