this film on working conditions in chinese toy factories solidifies our decision to buy ramona only toys that have been either made in the usa or made by hand by skilled craftspeople. we had already been conscientious of what toys–and what quantity–we would have in our home due to the limited space and our desired aesthetic, and this further inspires me to choose carefully, buy selectively (even if often more expensively), make thoughtfully, and pare down. we’ve found that the toys we’ve carefully chosen for her have far exceeded “made in china” toys in quality, usefulness, stimulation, education, and beauty.
we cannot control what others give to ramona, and we hope to instill thankfulness in her by accepting them graciously. and we will certainly let her play with toys made in china that may be given to her and will gauge her interest (plastic webbed balls, FTW) but–on top of doing whatever small part we can do to not perpetuate human rights violations–we find mass produced toys typically to be distracting, unnecessarily complicated, and, well, cheap.
as the store manager says in the film: “there’s a link between the price you pay and what you get.”
i don’t post this to say that jp and i are perfect consumers. ramona has toys made by machines, we shop at ikea, and have bought clothes at gap. many of my photos on this blog were taken with my iPhone. apple’s factory in shenzhen that produces the iPhone was scrutinized and criticized after a high number of suicides occurred in a short amount of time. i read about it in this article in wired magazine. i don’t believe i would be able to find infallible justification for my possession of goods made by workers halfway around the world that don’t have access to the same rules and regulations and opportunities that work forces in the usa must abide by. but the author certainly seems to give an honest and thoughtful lens on this whole issue of production and consumption and the haves and have-nots. please read.
photo via poppytalk.
when ramona was baking away in my belly, jp and i mulled over a list of names that we loved for our future child. we didn’t know if little bean was a boy or girl so we had a list for each gender. we both came to the table with some names we had each loved personally. going through these names we had some “rules” for what would make the cut:
- the name couldn’t be popular; had to be nearly non-existent from the social security administration list of popular baby names.
- it couldn’t be a made-up name. or too weird. or a normal name with a funky spelling. that just would not do.
ramona it was (i explain in this post where ramona marilyn gets her name from). our boy name? we’ve told some people what it was going to be but we’re still holding on to that one in case baby power #2 is a boy.
in thinking about ramona’s name and thinking about her as a social and relational creature, jp and i get excited imagining the day when she can use her words to address us. i’ve always called my parents “mama and papa” and we plan to have ramona call us the same. looking at the caption of a recent photo on a friend’s instagram feed i realize that “mama and papa” are names also used for grandparents. so how does a family choose what names loved ones are going to go by? here’s what we did.
1. mama and papa: jp and i chose this bc it’s what i had grown up (and still do) calling my parents. i love the softness of the words; they are gentle and familiar and personal in a way that i do not find mom or dad to be. if she ends up moving away from mama and papa when she is older, that will be alright (though i very well might be a little sad about it). however neutral my opinion on mom and dad to be, i have a very strong opinion on mommy and daddy. i. do. not. like. those. names. i know, perhaps it’s an odd and snobby thing to have a strong opinion on but those words/names just always sound so whiny, never very cute, and always really weird to me when people grow up and continue calling their parents mommy and daddy. the gentleness of mama and papa are not present in mommy and daddy.
2. nona and pops: these are the names my parents go by with their grandchildren. nona comes from strega nona, a favorite childhood book character. my mother shares her whimsy and uniqueness. pops, well, bc that’s just what perfectly fits my dad: a grandpa who is always really fun, never too serious,always ready to play or use his imagination.
3. diri and dido: these are the names that jp’s parents will go by. my father-in-law is the director of U.S. partner development for global hope network international. he works with villages in developing nations, mostly in africa. in one village, they gave my father and mother-in-law (who sometimes travels with him) african names: him, dido; her, diri. i love that ramona will be calling them these unique names that were given to them out of utmost respect and appreciation (which goes to show the kind of people my in-laws are).
4. aunts and uncles: ramona has the most fabulous aunts and uncles. seriously. there is going to be no shortage of fun and spoiling and field trips and babysitters and inside jokes and tickling and love. and i can’t wait to see what names creep up for each of them. these names seem to come more from the child since there’s always an element of the first name in saying aunt and uncle. the only one we’re already planning on is uncle sticks for my brother (sticks was his longtime childhood nickname that my parents still call him; something about the way he always had a stick in his hand when out playing and exploring). but the terms aunts and uncles are, i believe, not just reserved for immediate family. it does, after all, take a village to raise a child, and our village has certainly shown it is up for the task. already amy is known as auntie amy, and there’s uncle eric and aunt lizzie and all these amazing people who have shown they love and care for our daughter and are committed to ensuring the best for her. these names won’t be pushed, of course,–ultimately it’s ramona who decides what she wants to call anyone–but giving someone a term of endearment is a way of showing respect and love and appreciation for their involvement in our little one’s life. and we hope ramona feels that way too.
what do your kids call you? what do you want to be called by your child or niece or nephew?
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