We've learned to deal with the rest of the world, even if it means walking away from him. We have tolerated scorn in supermarkets during "tantrums" and gritted teeth until our discipline was advocated by the person behind us in line. We have tolerated crazy suggestions and home remedies from well-meaning strangers. We have tolerated mothers of children without special needs complaining about chicken pox and ear infections. We learned that many of our closest friends can not understand what it means to be in our sorority, and do not even try. We dealt with the holiday.We found ways to get our physically handicapped children to the front doors of the neighbors on Halloween, and we found ways to help our deaf children form the words, "Trick or Treat." We agreed that our children with sensory dysfunction will never wear velvet or lace on Christmas. We painted a canvas of lights and a Blazing Yule log with our words for our blind children. We have pureed turkey on Thanksgiving. We bought the white chocolate bunnies for Easter. Meanwhile, we have tried to create a festive atmosphere for the rest of our family. But we, sisters, we keep the faith always.We never stop believing. Our love for our special children and our faith in all they will achieve in life knows no bounds. We dream of them scoring touchdowns and extra points and channels. We view them running sprints and marathons. We dream of them planting vegetable seeds, riding horses and chopping down trees. We hear their angelic voices singing Christmas carols. We see their palettes smeared with watercolors, and their fingers flying over ivory keys in a concert hall. We are amazed by the grace of their pirouettes. We never, never stop believing in all they will accomplish as they pass through this world.