When Quinn was born, Bart and I signed up for PEPs— a Seattle-based support group that pairs new parents up by birth dates and neighborhood. It’s a pretty unique and much appreciated program and absolutely proves the old “misery loves company” cliche is true. Every week, we’d meet up in someone’s living room and compare our “highs and lows.”
High: Baby is still alive
Low: I haven’t slept in seventy-seven hours
That kind of thing.
PEPs solicits stories from the front lines of parenthood every year for their PEPs Talk storytelling competition. You want stories, I thought? I’ve got stories. I submitted six. And guess what? I won! Part of my prize was getting a chance to read my winning essay at the annual fundraising luncheon for over 500 people. Good times! (Seriously. I love that stuff.)
My essay, You’ll Figure it Out, was featured on the PEPs blog today. More good times!
Who knew parenthood was such a goldmine for content? Better get it all in before Quinn figures out how to sue me.