When Paige starts a sentence with those 2 words I never know what's going to follow. I do know, however, that it will be something this is hurting her deeply.
"How come my legs work differently than other kids?"
"How come I have pain and the doctor didn't believe me?"
"How come I have OCD?"
"How come the kids don't want to be my friend?"
"How come I lived but other babies died?"
As soon as she started talking in full sentences, the "how come?" questions started. They are never simple ones either.
On Sunday, from the backseat, came another one, "How come I'm the kid who never gets invited to birthday parties?"
I tried to make her feel better, forgetting who I was dealing with in the backseat. "Oh honey, it is one of the drawbacks when you are homeschooled. You aren't around such a large group of kids like you are in public school."
It didn't work.
"But Mom, how come I wasn't invited to parties even when I was in public school?"
Without missing a beat hubby responded, "Ya know, as you get older the number of kids that get invited to parties gets smaller. When you are little the parties are big and the whole class gets invited. But when you are older you only invite a few of your best friends to your party."
"But how come I am NEVER invited?"
She then got sidetracked by her brother and the conversation was over.
Here we are, 3 days later and it's still eating me alive. She is right, she is never invited to parties.
This morning hubby and I were talking about it while he was getting dressed for work. When I asked, "How can I fix this?" he turned around and gave me "the look". No words needed.