I think to be Dominican is to feel in your heart that this is so and to consider yourself as such.
My son was born there and lived his first seven years there - he has never lived in the US (my nationality) or Canada (father's nationality) and when he is asked he tells people he is Dominican. Now granted this made him receive some strange looks in Greece and other places since he is a green eyed blonde. At every one of his school's international day events he marches in carrying the Dominican flag and at all the baseball tournaments he plays in he identifies himself as Dominican. He is Dominican in his heart as seen by a conversation we had when he was about five as I was driving the car down the malecon.
son - Is God a man or woman?
me - That is a good question. What do you think? (trying to buy time to formulate answer)
son - I think he is a man since we say our father. He would be our number one father, right?
me - yes that sounds very logical.
son - So Juan Pablo Duarte would be our number two dad, since he saved our country for us? So I guess dad is our number three dad. But let's not say that, it might hurt dad's feelings.
me - What about George Washington?
son - Who is that?
me - Never mind......
My son can dance like there is no tomorrow, plays baseball, told teenage girls in the DR as they told him his eyes were beautiful - "me gusto Presidente por eso mi ojos son verde" he was 6 at the time (no he didn't actually drink Presidente but he quite fancied the green color of the bottles) loves mangu with egg and the onion with vinegar, wouldn't get out of bed without the nanny bringing him his toast and leche con un chin chin de cafe in the morning before he started school. He spent his formative years there so I agree he is Domincan. Born there, lived there, has the DR passport to back it up. :classic:
My son was born there and lived his first seven years there - he has never lived in the US (my nationality) or Canada (father's nationality) and when he is asked he tells people he is Dominican. Now granted this made him receive some strange looks in Greece and other places since he is a green eyed blonde. At every one of his school's international day events he marches in carrying the Dominican flag and at all the baseball tournaments he plays in he identifies himself as Dominican. He is Dominican in his heart as seen by a conversation we had when he was about five as I was driving the car down the malecon.
son - Is God a man or woman?
me - That is a good question. What do you think? (trying to buy time to formulate answer)
son - I think he is a man since we say our father. He would be our number one father, right?
me - yes that sounds very logical.
son - So Juan Pablo Duarte would be our number two dad, since he saved our country for us? So I guess dad is our number three dad. But let's not say that, it might hurt dad's feelings.
me - What about George Washington?
son - Who is that?
me - Never mind......
My son can dance like there is no tomorrow, plays baseball, told teenage girls in the DR as they told him his eyes were beautiful - "me gusto Presidente por eso mi ojos son verde" he was 6 at the time (no he didn't actually drink Presidente but he quite fancied the green color of the bottles) loves mangu with egg and the onion with vinegar, wouldn't get out of bed without the nanny bringing him his toast and leche con un chin chin de cafe in the morning before he started school. He spent his formative years there so I agree he is Domincan. Born there, lived there, has the DR passport to back it up. :classic:
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