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Who Takes Care of the Nanny’s Kids?

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Image by Alice Proujansky. United States, 2014.
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Millions of women from poor countries come to work in America as caregivers or nannies. Who looks...

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Blanca waits for Guido in the metallic airport lounge. When would he come? An hour passes. Then another. Blanca makes three different trips to the arrival board, ticking off the flights. She checks her texts again and again. Is her son here? She taps a note in Spanish to her best friend Gloria, who has accompanied Guido on the fourteen-hour flight from Paraguay. In response, silence.

Blanca must wait. But she is used to waiting. It has been ten years since she lived in Paraguay with Guido, who is now 11 years old. Now 44, she left him when she was in her early 30s and has supported him and her 90-year-old mother ever since then with her wages in America. When she left, Guido resembled the chubby toddler with thick little legs whom she nannies in Manhattan.

"Estoy nerviosa," says Blanca. Finally, the tension breaks as she gets a text. They have landed. "That means they are in immigration. So close, so very close."

As a working mother who lives across the globe from her child, Blanca is far from alone. Academics describe such arrangements as links in the "global care chain." At one end of the chain is a woman in a developed country. She gets a job and is unable to take care of her children full time. She hires a low-wage worker from overseas. These immigrant nannies, in turn, hire even-lower-wage caretakers back home. The monetary value of women's labor declines as one follows the chain from Global North to Global South. The chain works by separating wage earners from their dependents. University researchers studying Latina immigrants in Los Angeles estimated that 24 percent of housekeepers and 82 percent of live-in nannies have left kids behind. For Blanca, this presents a terrible choice: the price of getting her son back is substituting his middle-class life in Paraguay for poverty in America.

Blanca lives in the under-lit corners of post-Bloomberg New York City, with its glass-encased luxury homes and iridescent shops. Blanca sends much of what she earns as a nanny, and the approximately $100 a day for cleaning, through Western Union to her family back home. "Supporting my family makes me happy," Blanca tells me over a rare margarita on a wintry night after work. "But it's always about my son, my father, my mother. Nothing is about me." While Blanca sleeps in a cold apartment with only two small windows and is one lost job away from poverty, she has been able to send her son to a private school in Paraguay that costs $200 a month. She yearns to hold Guido in her arms but instead of doing so pays for his swimming lessons, the earmark of the privileged. The money she sends home helps her mother pay for trips to hear music or go to the pool.

Although the public awareness of domestic labor is increasing, as reflected in popular fiction like Mona Simpson's My Hollywood, women like Blanca are often overlooked despite participating in one of the fastest-growing sectors of the US economy. There are millions of caregivers in America, but they often live discreetly under the radar due to their immigration status. According to the Bureau of Labor Statistics, 1,312,700 childcare workers were employed in the United States in 2012. However, given that 8.2 million children spend time with a daycare provider, these numbers swell if unreported care providers are included. This rapidly growing sector has pushed to the forefront the situation that Blanca must grapple with every day: If more and more caregivers are needed in America, what will happen when so many families—and children—are living so far apart?

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In her native Paraguay, Blanca worked as a nurse in Asunción, earning enough to support herself and her mother. She grew up very poor, getting Christmas presents for the first time when she was nine and, for years, making her own dolls out of corn silk because no one could afford to buy her one. At night, her mother would tell her and her brother to lie in their beds while she found them food. It was the trick of the mother with nothing—while Blanca and her brother waited for food that didn't exist, they would fall asleep. At eight years old, she began to help her mother do everything at work, she says. As an adult, she fell in love and gave birth to Guido. When she discovered Guido's father betraying her, she left him.

A single mother, she realized she had to support her son and her mother on her hospital nurse's salary. It was impossible. Nurses did everything, she said, at the public hospitals, sometimes without hot water or electric light. As Blanca tells me every time we meet, "Where I am from, there is no middle [class]." Seventy-seven percent of the country's arable land is controlled by the top 1% of landowners. Over 30% of the country lives in poverty. There was no income tax until 2012. Due to these inequities, Blanca made her way to a nannying job in Miami with employers who gave her no vacation and extremely low wages. She was a "live-in," in the parlance of domestic labor. "I am working like an animal, three children in Miami, cooking, ironing, clean and organizing," says Blanca. She then moved to New York City, where she found a $15-an-hour nannying job, gained her citizenship two years ago, and added a job cleaning houses on weekends for extra cash.

This winter, I met with a number of care-workers in New York City. There was Esther Simiyu, who grew up in Kenya; she would soon head from our meeting to Manhattan's Upper East Side to stay up all night with a newborn while his mother slept. Her husband is in Nairobi with their daughter, 15, and son, 11. The first time she left them was six years ago, when she came to the United States on a student visa; she spent the first few months crying and sleeping fitfully. Esther made enough money as a baby nurse and sleep trainer—$20 to $25 an hour—to send her kids to a boarding school in Kenya. "Now my daughter is a teenager. We are Skyping and she says, 'I want to ask you a question, Mama,' and I want to hug her but I cannot." The separation is painful for mother and daughter. "But it is important that I am doing this," says Esther, slapping the table. Her wages are supporting eight family members, including her two children. She sends home checks in varying amounts, sometimes for as much as $1,000. She also shops for gifts for them in Manhattan's Times Square or the Bronx's Fordham Road.

For these immigrant domestic workers, keeping their children with them in the city poses severe financial challenges. According to a 2012 study, 70 percent of the domestic workers surveyed were paid less than $13 an hour. And even for those who are paid adequately, the cost of childcare can make having their children with them an impossibility. Pema, a nanny from Tibet who works in Manhattan, is in the process of sending her 2-year-old son back home because she can't pay for his daycare in New York City. As a working nanny, Pema says, she often starts work at 8 am, while the daycare drop-off for her own son is also 8 am. "Timing is so hard," she tells me. "When you say you have kids, most moms who might hire me as a nanny prefer to hire nannies without kids."

Blanca also tried bringing her son to New York when he was 9. Guido hated living here so much that he ultimately went back home. Blanca was traveling a lot for work, and he had to stay with her friend when she was away. Guido hated school, and the other kids made fun of him. He missed his grandmother; after all, she was the one who had been raising him. Given her working hours, Blanca was unable to spend the time with her son that they both wanted. When he returned to Paraguay, Guido and Blanca developed a pattern of frequent phone calls, sometimes talking ten times a day.

When I meet her in late December, more than two months before Guido's arrival, she is looking after the verbal 19-month-old she nannies and clearly adores. The toddler sat in his UPPABaby stroller, eating Goldfish crackers out of an orange container, playing with a Popsicle stick, ever so often saying, "I am hot" or "water" and drinking from his sippy cup. Blanca loves this boy, oohing and aahing over his early speech, singing him the sunshine song, proudly showing pictures of him playing in the snow if people express the mildest interest.

"It's hard to make money and I always take care of a baby," Blanca told me. "Maybe because I don't have my son, I take care of children, because I miss him. I have missed his childhood."

Thirty years ago, it was mostly Caribbean women who worked as caregivers; their children were dubbed "barrel children" because they received drums full of gifts and clothing from their transnational moms. Tamara Mose Brown, a sociologist and the author of Raising Brooklyn, a study of caregivers, says that now these women are increasingly from Latin America or places like the Philippines. When I meet Brown in a Brooklyn Tibetan cafe, she explains how caregivers sometimes send 60 percent of their income to the family: these remittances also stabilize their home country's economy. "The money provides tuition and better food choices for the children as well as material goods."

But what happens when these families yearn to be together? Family members seeking to reunify with their children, spouses or parents compose the majority of immigrant petitions filed and visas granted each year. The children of people who have become American citizens are granted visas without regard to quotas. In theory, a visa petition for these children can be approved quickly. In reality, however, there are lengthy processing delays due to huge backlogs. This predicament exposes a major contradiction of globalism: as anthropologist Heather Millman writes, although migrant workers can get past borders easily if they have the desired skills, those same borders often prove impenetrable for their children or parents.

There is also a lack of public or familial infrastructure for workers like Blanca to help them care for their children. Back home, families have tended to take over where the state falters. As Esther, the baby nurse from Kenya, put it: "I come from a collectivistic culture; you guys [Americans] are individualistic. I pay for my aunt, the colleges of my whole family."

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The reunification of families is gaining visibility as part of an expansive new domestic-worker movement. Reuniting family members is an effort that has gained some political momentum in states like California, which recently passed a family reunification act. Children who cannot be reunited with detained or deported parents can be placed with a relative regardless of their own legal status or the guardian's. Nevertheless, hundreds of thousands of family-based immigration petitions are currently pending, and some have been stalled for years. Moreover, not every employer acknowledges the struggles their employees face. "My boss is very nice now—she asks, 'How's Guido, how's your week?'" Blanca says. "Some people don't care if Guido is still alive or not."

There are also new efforts to raise the consciousness of employers. The organization Hand in Hand is trying to improve conditions for domestic workers by laying out standards for pay and time off and encouraging employers to understand the life of the caregiver who enters their home—that there can't be a delay in paying them, for example, because they send money home to their kids who are depending on them to buy schoolbooks. Caregivers also have the right to small comforts, such as cooking their own lunches in their employer's kitchen. One of Hand in Hand's advocates, Gayle Kirshenbaum, told me that she started out as a "confused employer of a nanny—I didn't have the resources to be the employer I wanted to be." She adds, "for them [care workers], your home is also a workplace."

Systemic change is what is needed most. New York Mayor Bill de Blasio and President Obama have put public preschool on the national agenda. Without public pre-K and subsidized childcare, early education, and accessible and affordable after-school programs, the hardship will continue for women like Blanca. In a positive turn, the New York Legislature enacted a five-year, $1.5 billion universal prekindergarten plan, making life a little easier for working-poor (and middle-class) parents. It may help women like Pema when she tries to bring her child back to New York from overseas.

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When I meet Blanca again in January, she thinks that things are about to change for her and her son. She could bring him back in March for good. "He's not going to have it easy in America," Blanca says. While reunification sounds good for families, it presents its own difficulties. Guido speaks very little English, and Blanca's hours don't permit her to be at home before 7:15 pm. Could she work fewer hours? She works on weekends, after all, doing additional childcare and cleaning. What if Guido gets sick? "I need to be able to stay home with him." Guido got very sick the last time he visited; he had contracted the life-threatening dengue fever virus and was in the hospital for a week. Blanca pays $80 a month for health insurance out of her take-home pay of about $30,000 a year. The best employers she has had so far are moving to California in August, meaning that her current job will soon end. But, of course, the bottom line is that she misses Guido, and Guido misses his mom. His separation from her has been one of the bedrock facts of his young life.

Blanca calls me again in February. She saw the price of air travel drop and bought a one-way ticket for Guido. He will be arriving in three days, accompanied by Blanca's best friend Gloria—who, although she is surviving on a nanny's salary herself, paid for her own round-trip ticket to Paraguay as an act of friendship. Blanca could not afford another ticket for herself, and she also couldn't afford to miss the number of days at work that the long round-trip flight would have required.

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With Guido's impending arrival, Blanca's work is cut out for her. His future room is cold and windowless, and its floors are still unfinished; her friend will be helping her fix them today. She starts to clean her own house for Guido's arrival, sweeping the floors and washing them with a mop that she created from a stick and rag, doing for her own home what she has done for many other people's homes this year. She gestures at a long leafy ivy plant in a china pot that stood in one of the only two small windows of her apartment. "This plant has been my company since I moved here – that plant is my best friend," she laughs.

Then there's the fact that she hasn't seen Guido for two years, which makes buying the new clothes he'll need difficult. "He's taller than me," Blanca says. Guido doesn't Skype since he doesn't have Internet access. So she has trouble picturing him sometimes. She has bought him boxers, socks, big pants, pajamas with hearts on them, but she doesn't know his size and "he's very boy so I am not sure he will like these hearts." At some point, she calls Guido as he prepares for his plane journey and talks to him in Spanish about the clothes he is packing. She names them all. He says he is packing summer clothes and she laughs. It's snowing again in New York City.

"I feel bad for my mom. I know it's for the best but sometimes I feel like everything is neither good nor not good, I hurt my mother. I hurt Guido. And now: What school do take I him to? I have no ideas. I ask at the school nearby but no one speaks Spanish. And here, I don't know what is safe. His life is so much safer in Paraguay."

As for Guido, he has missed his mother. He has not lived with her for more than a few months at a stretch since he was about two years old. Blanca has been thousands of miles away from the city where he grew up. She is in a cold city that has more people in it than in his entire country. "I only think of you: I want to see you again, " Guido tells his mother, through their mobile phones.

Blanca leaves work a little early the next day to pick up her son from the airport. She is a bundle of nerves. In the long drive out to Queens and in the hours spent in the airport lounge, Blanca tells stories of her old life: about working as a pediatric emergency nurse in Paraguay, where they lacked basic equipment; about the time that the other nurses and doctors thought a 6-month-old was dead and she saved the child's life with oxygen. Blanca's journeys back in time to these sad and happy dreamscapes are repeatedly interrupted as she checks for messages on Guido's arrival.

"Lately, I lose keys, lost my Facebook password and forgot my friend's birthday," she says. "Guido, my mother—no one knows how much I worry."

The long, long minutes stretch into hours. As each person leaves immigration, Blanca jumps. Two hours after the plane was supposed to land, she sees her son and Gloria. Her face lights up. "Hey, Guido! Guido!" she calls. It turns out that, although the plane arrived on time, the pair were delayed by immigration agents, who kept asking them how Guido could be an American citizen when he doesn't speak English.

"¡Mi amorcito lindo!" Blanca says, kissing Guido. Her son looks dutiful but happy. He doesn't talk much. He's here, Guido says, "estar con mi mamá."

Blanca takes the dark blue jacket she bought for him out of the bag. It isn't his favorite color, red, and he doesn't really want to wear it, he says. But it's freezing outside, she tells him. Guido is carrying just one suitcase; inside are two pairs of jeans and one pair of sneakers.

"Put on the jacket, Guido. Poor boy, they treated him badly in immigration," Blanca says in Spanish.

"No tengo frío," Guido says: he is not cold. Also, the new coat doesn't fit.

"I can't believe he's so big!" Blanca says. "I have to return the jacket."

They all need a break from the cold, but the cab's warmth will last only a little while. They are going to Guido's new home. By March, he will be attending a giant new American middle school in the neighborhood, where the sound of kids screaming in English echoes down the halls.

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