Now those are memories. I am talking on FB to a mom I recently met. She is the mom of Noah from the Facebook page ‘Letters for Noah‘. Noah is a young teenager. He had posted that he was planning to commit suicide on his 13th birthday. Luckily, a friend of Noah’s decided to tell Noah’s mom. She took immediate attention and got him to the doctor’s. Noah was given hospital care and treatment. His mom Karen decided to start a FB page called Letters for Noah with the goal of having friends and family write letters to Noah before his birthday which was 2 weeks ago from the start of his hospital stay. The goal was to receive 100 letters and well wishes. This is the time that I met Karen on-line. I’m not sure how. I think I saw the Letters to Noah page and wrote a message to his mom to hang in there and what she was doing was great. That was in January 2013. She saw my post, responded and we are now virtual friends.
Noah is much better but as any person who is battling with some mental health concerns, there are up moments and there are down moments. As parents, we try to be aware of all those moments and help them when we can. Our children are ever so precious. Better than gold. But fragile like glass. Noah and his mom have been on an adventure. They have been on radio and TV. They have met interesting people on their way. They had known about Amanda and when Noah’s mom told him she had talked to me, Noah was in awe.
Note to self — send Noah some Amanda Todd/Stay Strong bracelets.
So where does the ice cream, peanut butter and a spoon come in. I love eating PB out of a jar. So did Amanda. But of course, one must tell the young ones that you shouldn’t do that. Shhh… mom did it in secret. I think there is actually a picture of Amanda doing this very thing in the summer. Except her brother caught her. He was not impressed. She was double dipping into the jar of peanut butter. Yuck but livable. I think I ended up buying extra jars of peanut butter in the house so that there was an Amanda jar and one for her brother. In Canada we have Kraft. The red one is crunchy. The yellow jar is really extra smooth. The green one is really smooth. We usually had all three in the house. I liked the red lid. So after me eating peanut butter and tellling Noah’s mom, she wanted some. Then we moved on to the discussion about chocolate. Dark for me. And then ice cream. For Karen, chocolate of course. Yum!!
So that is the short version of Noah. If you go to the FB site, it is alot more interesting to read.
It’s really time for bed. I have to sleep now or I won’t. 🙂