Category: Citizenship

  • Traveling with Hispanics

    Traveling with Hispanics

    Guatemala City, Guatemala. Heading home with Juan Jose’.

    It started when Juan was eight months old. I was sure that at any moment, gun wielding policemen would climb aboard the airplane and snatch our baby from Jody’s arms. We were on the flight home from Guatemala. Everyone on the plane could tell Juan wasn’t our baby. We were white and he was brown. I was in terror that Juan could be taken away from us, even though he was legally ours.

    This fear has continued, though it hasn’t stopped our family from traveling. Internationally, we have traveled four times to Guatemala and once to Mexico. In a week, we will be boarding a plane for our third trip to Florida.

    Peten, Guatemala Juan Jose’ age 7

    The fear starts about the time we book our flights, whether international or domestic. I start thinking of all the documents to bring: passports, adoption paperwork, name change documents, birth certificates, citizenship papers, and photos of us as a family. All the paperwork that will prove that Juan and Crystel are our children.

    We have not been questioned or stopped at airport security. That hasn’t ended my heart from beating furiously as our passports are studied, then we’re looked over, and finally the returned gaze back to our passports.

    Cozumel, Mexico Crystel age 10

    Even Juan and Crystel have questioned their citizenship. The first time they asked, I was driving them home from grade school. “Are we citizens?” Crystel asked casually. She is usually the one who brings these types of things up. Juan just sits quietly next to her, listening intently all the same. Once we were home, I opened our lock box. Showed them their Certificate of Citizenship documents and the welcome letter from President Bush. I described to them how I had laid out a train of documents on the floor, ten in all, sent them in, to make sure that they would receive their citizenship.

    Even though we’ve been on 7 flights, I’m still afraid. My latest fear is that Juan and Crystel could be separated from us and questioned. That would be traumatic for them. For all of us. And, isn’t it our job as parents to raise our kids with the least trauma possible?

    Lake Atitlan, Guatemala Crystel Age 11

    I was thinking about this with our upcoming flight to Florida. It came to me that there are two additional things that I could do. I could apply for TSA precheck and Global entry. That would be proof to security that Juan and Crystel have already been vetted and have proved their citizenship. I immediately applied online, received our appointments, and took them out of school to meet with the agency. As of this writing, I’ve been approved. Juan and Crystel have not yet even though we applied at the same time and were at the same appointment. Jody has been approved even though she filed several days after us.

    Florida, Age 3

    When the renewal comes up in 5 years, I hope that we can simply complete a renewal form and pay a fee.

    I finished applying for Global entry for us this morning.

    I don’t ever think that it will be easy for Juan and Crystel to travel our world for the simple reason that they are Hispanic. As their parent, I’ll do what I can for as long as I can to make it not traumatic. That’s my job.

  • Living in a Parallel Universe

    Usually we avoid politics in this blog, but today I feel I must speak.

    I woke up to life in a country I didn’t recognize. One in which half of the citizens view what our country needs and how to achieve it very differently than I do. Guided by liberal news media and pundits, I expected Hillary to win. I am shocked and saddened that she lost. Apparently I’ve been living in a parallel universe—I thought most of the country shared my values.

    Although I’m worried about our country’s future, I believe Trump supporters were just as worried. We all love our country, but we differ in our assessment of what our biggest problems are and what the solutions should be. I am profoundly disappointed, but I will continue to fight to create the world I want to see.

    As Hillary says, “Fighting for what’s right is worth it. It’s always worth it.”

  • Renewing Passports for Children? Be Aware!

    Renewing Passports for Children? Be Aware!

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    I woke up startled. Filled with dread.

    “Jody, I didn’t make a copy of the kids’ citizenship papers.”

    I sank into our mattress. “Remember, we never did get Crystel’s green card back.”

    Antonio and Crystel’s citizenship papers were issued February 19, 2008. They were six years old.

    When Crystel was nine she asked me if I wished I were white or brown, or Mexican or American or Guatemalan. I knew then that it was time that she saw her citizenship papers.

    “You’re an American,” I told her. “You have a Welcome letter from President Bush.”

    “Do I have a green card?”

    2012 Lake Amatitlan, Guatemala
    2012 Lake Amatitlan, Guatemala

    “Well,” I said.

    Climbing Volcano Pacaya in Guatemala was easier than gathering the 20 documents that were required for her citizenship. Her green card was among them.

    I had laid the trail of documents on the floor because the table wasn’t large enough. I methodically checked off each requirement before placing the paperwork into the envelope to be mailed.

    Antonio’s train of documents was next to hers.

    Seems like losing government documents is not unheard of, maybe not even uncommon. When I explained to the Chicago Passport Agency that I didn’t receive Crystel’s green card back – which was a requirement for her passport – they must have believed me because they issued her a passport anyway for our first trip to Guatemala when she was 7.

    Lake Atitlan, Guatemala 2014
    Lake Atitlan, Guatemala 2014

    Now, it would be logical to think that once you received a passport for your children that when it came up for renewal you could just show the about to be expired passport.

    It’s never that easy.

    Antonio, Crystel, and I arrived at the government office. Waited for our turn. An hour later, I learned that I needed Jody there as well as birth certificates, citizenship papers, etc….

    While we were leaving one of the kids asked me why we needed Mama Jody. “So, they know that I’m not stealing you,” I told them.

    Getting two parents and two teenagers together at one time can be challenging.

    More challenging though and what will keep you up at night is if you don’t ask for a copy of everything that you turn over.

    It might not come back.