Lessons Learned From My Three Week Old Son

David Soto Jr.
Apr 16 · 3 min read

It has just been over three weeks since my son came into this world and I have already learned so much from him.

Eat when you are hungry.

You Know Who lets the clock rule her life. We have to eat at around six every night, for example, usually when Wheel of Fortune is on, whether we are hungry or not. “Are you hungry?” I’d ask her. “I don’t know,” she’d say. “What time is it?”

I am exaggerating, of course, but not by much.

When I suggest that our son is hungry, the first thing she does is look to see how long it has been since his last feeding. He, however, couldn’t care less what time it is. When this fool is hungry, he’s hungry.

Eat till your full, then stop.

Once Davey spits out the chi-chi, that’s it he’s done. There is no, just one more. There is no, but it’s so good. He is satisfied and therefore stops eating. It’s perfect.

Being held closely by a loved one is one of the best things in the world.

We have a swing, a bouncer, a pack and play, a boppy, a floor chingadera, and god knows what else and what he loves most is laying his head against our chest. You can put him in any of these devices, and he may calm down — maybe. But put him in a wrap or sling against your body, and he will stop crying and promptly fall asleep.

We are meant to be outside.

He is lucky to be born in the spring. From the day we brought him home I have been taking him out on the deck to get a little fresh air and sun. It turns out this fool loves it out there. No matter how fussy or hungry he is if I walk out on the deck, he calms down. As soon as I bring him back in, he’ll start crying again. Glad you weren’t born in January, son.

Warm baths rule.

I already knew this but finding a tub that fits me is a big deal, not to mention the time. I have made time to bathe with my son though, and boy does he love it.

Nothing matters.

Time, the Kardashians, sports teams, what people think, Beto O’rourke, wall building, blockbuster movies, none of it. None of it matters to him. This fool wants food, shelter, love, and care — nothing else — all which his mother and I can provide.


Thanks for helping me grow as a man, son.

David Soto Jr.

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David is a retired U.S. Air Force Master Sergeant who didn’t realize until reaching his forties that he was a writer. Books available at https://amzn.to/2Ye0yWd

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