About Us

In June of 2011, my life shattered. My son who was 22 months old and perfectly, beautifully healthy, went to sleep one night and never woke again. The autopsy had no answers. His bright eyes and vivacious spirit just were gone from this world. 

My last memory of him was of me tucking him into bed with a kiss and an “I love you, little man.” Then I turned for the door, turned off the overhead light to leave his crib bathed in the light from his nightlight. He had his paci in his left hand, his milk cuppie at his mouth held by his chubby right hand, his blanket over his waist and a contented smile on his face. His blonde hair glowed like a halo in the nightlight glow. 

I have always been driven to help others. In anyway I can. My husband who later passed away in 2021 and I were talking one night and I brought up my struggle with the garbage bag of clothing that were once worn by my toe-headed, hazel eyed boy. I was not taught as a young lady how to sew. I made it a personal mission of mine to learn how on my own. And Noah’s clothes were the biggest catalyst. I wanted to bring those clothes out of the closet and make them into something functional for his sister and myself. I wanted to do it myself because I felt like it would be a wonderful, and very personal, journey for my grief. 

The first time I cut into his layette. I sobbed. 

The first time I cut into his baby blanket that had held him while I sang to him…I sobbed again. 

Then I started forming the pieces that would make up a teddy bear. 

I hand sewed most of the first bear. 

And I sobbed. But I saw what was forming right before my eyes. 

I was creating new in the midst of the loss. 

I was forming a new creation with new skill and the past’s personal treasure trove of memories. 

His smile in his green doggie pajamas while he ran around after bath time. 

His tiny hands waving from the arms of the striped brown and white layette.

Singing “Baby Mine” while walking in small circles in the bedroom. He was bundled in just this blanket…

now I can see it and remember and also know that I made something beautiful and charming from the things that his body no longer needs. 

My soul is more centered now. I know that there was nothing I could have done or would have done differently because I’m just a mother who did all that she could to keep her child safe. Sometimes there is no answer that will satisfy us here on Earth. We just have to honestly turn it over to God. Know and TRUST that He has all of this figured out for us. 

All this being said, the reason Noahs Bears is something beautiful to me - I want to give a piece of this peace to others. I want them to find something good in the loss. I want to help bring some light and love back into the void of loss. 

Since 2019, I have made over 500 bears for families across the country and even into Canada. I have been featured on the local news https://www.newschannel5.com/news/franklin-mother-creates-teddy-bears-to-help-others-heal-after-losing-her-son. I serve as a pastor for the United Methodist Church; graduate with a Masters in Divinity from Vanderbilt University in May of 2023; and am raising two wonderful daughters.

 I want to help souls heal and less feel alone in the dark.

Reach out via text, email, facebook messenger, or phone. I will do whatever I can to try to help. 

Whether it is the loss, physically, of a loved one. Or even if they are still living and for some reason, you are no longer able to see them. I know both and understand both sides of the pain. And I see you. 

Noah’s memory will be honored by helping to transform a small sliver of your pain into a possible smile…even if it is paired with the tears that may roll out from your heart and down your cheeks. May each bear give you the ability to hug and hold something that once held your loved one.

God’s Blessings to each of you. 

Amber

Call or text : 6156365866

Email : Noahsbears11@gmail.com