It seems as if everyone I know is expecting a child - or two - right now. Babies are being conceived left, right and center, by those much older and much younger than I. Even Beyonce and Jay-Z are finally having a kid!
With my thirtieth birthday essentially staring me in the face, one would think that I'd be eager to join the baby brigade. Instead, my mind jumps past the conception, gestation, delivery and infancy stages, to the actual rearing of a child.
I keep wondering about the sort of culture my child will be exposed to, the lifestyle and larger national community he or she will grow up within, the kind of accent my child will have...
Which inevitably makes me reflect upon my own rearing, back home in Trinidad.