Dear Mrs. Sander:
I wish that your wonderful magazine had been available when our son was born eighteen years ago with Down syndrome.

I was expecting my sixth child and my family, especially the children, were very excited. My oldest was 12 years old, the next one 11, then 9 and 7. My fifth child was almost 2 years old and the older kids were eager for their toddler brother to have a new companion with whom to share and play.

Moishey spent a wonderful Shabbos with two of his Camp HASC counselors while we were participating in a family weekend Simcha.

Dear Etty:
At which point in my child’s life (he has Down syndrome) can I safely say, “Okay, there is no more need for therapy (OT, PT, SLP) and now we will just continue with his educational services.”?

Moishey suffers from chronic sinusitis. It is a very disturbing condition which causes thick green nasal congestion, heavy-headedness, fatigue, and very often (as in Moishey’s situation) high fevers.

Dear Mrs. Sanders,
Last Friday night, in Shul, I was sitting next to the father of a Down’s Syndrome child. He noticed the ad for your publication “Down Syndrome Among Us” in the News Report on the same page as my column. He was pleasantly surprised that such heimishe professional publication exists ‘among us’. And he hasn’t even seen the magazine (yet).

Do you know the difference?
My child`s diagnosis right after birth,
Rattled the very foundations of the earth.
Down Syndrome is its fancy name,
He is retarded all the same.

This past Shabbos my son, Nota Shloima turned four years old. My son, Nota Shloima is a child with Down syndrome. That’s the syndrome where G-d took away a little bit of ‘seychel’, a little bit of wisdom, and gave an overdose of joy. It’s the syndrome they used to call Mongoloid idiot. That ‘Mongoloid idiot’ has now become ‘a child with Down syndrome’.