I think the name fits in beautifully with the rush of emotions that go with raising Noam. Yesterday was a bad day, she was over tired, whining, whinging – several doors were slammed and lots of deep breaths were taken. Only when I finally drifted off to sleep did I realise that shouting at her to stop being so childish, was an unfair demand from a kid who isnt even 7 yet. But it is so difficult for me to keep on adjusting myself – one minute talking and explaining about politics, why the kidnapped soldiers havent been returned yet etc and then the next telling her to act her age and stop whinning because T took her fairy. If I cant reconsile the huge huge gap between the 2 Noams – how can she?