I love getting mail and I love living in a community where (for now) the mail is still delivered door to door. There is something magical about opening up the mailbox to find an envelope with your name on it. You know the letters I hate receiving? Letters from the government. There’s nothing more alarming than a thick manila envelope from the government of Canada. I always think, did I forget to pay my taxes? Did I not pay enough? Am I being audited? Am I ready to be audited? I’m sure most of you can relate to those dreaded envelopes.
During the adoption process checking the mail has become our full-time job. We seem to always be waiting for updated documents, letters of approval etc., and with each piece of paper we are one step closer to being matched. Mail is a big deal for us! Today, like many days in the last week we received another piece of the adoption puzzle. We are the midst of redoing some of our clearance checks because those expire after one year. Last Friday I received my police clearance and today it was husband’s turn, but the biggest surprise? The 8 1/2″ X 11″ brown manila envelope from the government containing the final piece of the puzzle. Today we received Part 1 of our Citizenship application for our daughter.
For the average folk this may mean nothing. To someone who is adopting internationally, this piece is huge. This is the document that allows us to apply for citizenship of our new child. It’s big, and it takes forever to receive. I had just about given up ever getting receiving this approval. Here’s a brief run-down of how this whole Part 1 application went down, so that you can understand the importance of this particular piece of mail.
We applied early July for Part 1. We had left it a little late, but after switching programs from Haiti to South Africa, we needed to be approved with everyone before we could go ahead and apply for this. So…July 5th was the official application date. July 23rd, I received a letter from the CIC (Citizenship and Immigration Canada) stating that it would take approximately 14 weeks to complete the application and that I could call the Call Centre should I have questions. That day I took out my calendar and set an alarm 14 weeks from July 23rd. Fast forward, it’s October 29th and still nothing. At 14 weeks +1 day I made my first call to the Call/Help Centre. This call left me frustrated as once you have entered a series of 6 different digits from 6 different menus a lovely voice lets you know that the volume of callers is particularly high that day and you should call again later. CLICK. 14 weeks +2 days, I figured out how to dupe the phone system and wait for an operator; enter your series of digits as soon as you have selected English as your language. At 14 weeks +2 days I finally spoke to someone and after 40 minutes of waiting they told me they couldn’t help me. CLICK. I called everyday that week until the following week someone spoke to me as if they cared why I was calling. At 15 weeks, they finally put a note in my file, or at least they told me they did. I repeated this every week until week 18. At that point I was mad. We had been waiting 4 weeks past the expected due date and I was not satisfied with the level of communication. I asked some fellow families in waiting and they suggested I contact my MP as they can work on your behalf with the CIC. At 18 weeks +4 days I signed an authorization form for Jason Kenney’s office to contact the CIC on behalf. At 19 weeks +5 days I received the most depressing call back from his office. It went a little along the lines of…”it could take 24 months to process. It’s a case by case basis. Why don’t you know the name of the girl you are adopting? We are trying to stop child trafficking.” CLICK. It literally deflated me. I cried all the way home and that night starting writing to other MPs to see if they could help me. After 4 MPs I ran out of relevant options and my husband said “you’ve done all you can do”. Two days later an email from the CIC stated: you are now approved! Who knows why we were approved when we were. I’d like to think that it had nothing to do with the MP who so rudely told me that they were protecting children and that it had to do with my advocacy. With the fact that I called everyday for a week and then once a week thereafter. That I showed those CIC Call/Help Centre employees that I cared about my situation and I wanted to know what I could do to move the process along. Honestly, I think we were approved because they were sick of hearing from me.
Hopefully this helps put into perspective what a small piece of paper means in the eyes of a family in waiting. It means that we can accept our match and not have to wait for further approval. It means that once our court date is set in South Africa we can hop on a plane or two and make our way to our daughter. It means that while we are in South Africa we can apply for our daughter to become a Canadian citizen and a passport can be made for her. This one small piece of paper, 21 weeks in the making, literally means everything.