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right, I say,
if women would breastfeed then, oioioi, we have much less of allergy.
And now how it actually is, note -
when a woman gives baby-meal, or brew, or what they give those children
then she can rest for six hours.
On the blanket, little on butt to stop crying, gives him baby-meal,
when constipated, she punctures with thermometer, and it goes already.
So, I see how they do it.
Well, but when she breast-feeds, when she breast-feeds,
now the baby wants at twelve,
at half past one again,
at half past three, and again at quarter past six.
And the baby does not take immediately, it plays with the breast.
It sucks a little and plays again.
It fatigues insanely the woman. But do you know what it does?
Strong relationship between the baby and mother. Increasingly, the woman to the baby.
14-year old girl, was giving a birth at my place.
A russian, she came and gave a birth. Imagine, 14 years.
I thought all my hair will fall out, when they told me - 14 years. God, she first - abortion.
We have outplayed it - adoption.
I think, adoption already, adoption, God, she is not born yet and adoption already.
God, I think, God, do something.
Gitka, our Mother Superior, she did not tell me anything,
she did a simple thing:
As the girl was born,
she took the little daughter and put it to her breast.
The little one sucked once, twice, and the girl says: -I won't give her away!
She awoke motherhood in her.
And I almost rained tears.
- I won't give her, Mr. priest, I won't give her.
Her father came, Started to *** on the table.
What, how, why was the baby not taken away.
And how and what right do we have, and that he will sue us.
I stood up, I also banged on the table.
- Where had you been when she was pregnant? Where had you been when she gave birth?
I was with her You have no moral right to criticize me.
Understood, clear? So he shut up.
The girl came to show me, this summer she came to us, the little girl,
she is three or four years now.
- The priest, I came to thank you
- For whom? - For Sasha.
- Is this Sasha?
- Yes, this is she.
- Do you know how we all love her?!
- And grandparents? - They love her the most!
Please, bring back order, that mothers were mothers.
The highest rank for a woman is the mother-rank, not master's degree,
Pdr., Hr., Dr., and whatever else.
Please, mother.
The highest rank of a woman is mother-rank.
The highest rank for a woman.
Please leave today willing to be good mothers.
Should women want to be good mothers, there will be less addicts.
Once mothers are good, I'll have little work.
But should they be poor mothers, I will go crazy in Zakovce.
And those mother will be good, if fathers will protect these mothers.
If fathers will protect them, not compete a woman with a man, and man with woman, that's sick.
Complement, complement each other.
Women do not fall for feminism: - We'll show those men!
Do not, you will loose the most beautiful thing you have.
What is it? Womanhood.
When you are a woman, then you are attractive. Because you are a woman.
And for your John, you're the most attractive,
you're millimeter-accurate for him.
If you believe it and really want to be a mother,
you meet God's plan.
And please, then you can teach your son, daughter about sacrifice -
Not ***, take drug, take alcohol,
but teach precisely reverse system - to give.
This is the whole trick, that is the whole trick.
To teach these people to give.
Teach them to thank and give.
Teach them this, here is the pill, for your son, your daughter.
Teach them to thank and give, learn to respect the opposite sex.
When we were little boys, we lived on the edge of town Kezmarok,
White Water, we caught trouts by hand,
in a pond we poached a barrel full of carps.
When we were such little boys, we ran around naked, we preferred to be naked.
Such boys, naked.
And now imagine, there was a concrete platform -
beautiful nature, we were the last house -
and from that platform, we did pee.
And our old mother had a stick, and she said who did pee the furthest.
We liked her so much, we trusted her so much, and she was strict about it: - No, he did a little further, he a little further.
And mother came, she laughed,
and says: Hop, those guys are quite old already. Probably they should get dressed in shorts.
And only she said: - Yuck yuck his bum's naked.
I remember that as if it was today.
- Mom what?
- His bum's naked. The next day - - Yuck yuck, his bum's naked. And I started to dress
in shorts - red with bold white stripes.
I remember it exactly which shorts that were. So I put them on
- Ok now? - Now it's ok.
Who did it better than mother? What psychologists, sociologists, pedagogic,
mother, "ifty fifty" and done.
That is so wonderful and unsubstitutable, this in motherhood.
That's your turf, not a master's degree, not a title, a function or Ms. Director,
this is your position, here you are irreplaceable, a mother, here.
When my sister was born,
and now imagine,
I was in fifth or sixth grade, I ran into the room, and mom was breastfeeding.
I'm looking at my mom, eh he ehehm,
I turned around and wanted to go back:
- Maros, come here.
- Mom and can I do this?
- What if you can?
- Mom, can I watch?
- And what am I doing wrong?
I breastfeeded you the same way.
God, how important moment from the mother is this.
You teach a beautiful relationship with the opposite sex.
I came to my mom,
I looked at my mom, the sister, the mother,
I bulged my eyes so,
I look - Mom, doesn't it hurt?
- No, only when she bites.
Ouch, you see, like now.
God how important this is.
The man awoke in me, I did not know then -
Man is the one who wants to touch,
he does not think what will happen tomorrow, the day after tomorrow.
Now he has the opportunity to touch,
and why not the knee but elsewhere? We do not know such is the man.
Now he has the opportunity, he wants to touch.
The man awoke in me, I say: -Mom, and won't you be angry? - Why, what?
- Mom and could I touch you?
Mom said - Hmhe, what?
If I got a slap, I'm a lost cause.
She says: - You may.
- And will you not be angry? - No, you may touch me.
One time I touched mom like that.
One time, and I have such respect for women, mothers.
Who taught me? Well my mother, my mother.
Who knew that I will serve in gynecology maternity department.
God knew.
Now I visit them less, but I used to go there very often.
The mothers when I started there,
as they were breastfeeding, I backed, I'll wait.
- No, Mr. priest, you may, you may.
They pulled me and while they were breastfeeding,
I was making cross signs, hearing confessions.
God, that is beautiful, God, when the woman holds the baby,
with respect, normal man backs away, 5 steps, 10 and backs down.
I think, God but this is beautiful. God it's beautiful.
When the woman feeds, she lifts up the son, daughter, and then cuddles with her, and lifts up -
Like a teenager 16 year-old boy when he's got Kawasaki motorcycle.
That time he does not perceive anything, only that bike. The boy is being a boy.
So is the mother being a mother.
A woman is a mother, this is so beautiful,
God, when a woman is a mother.
That desire, that's necessary to teach our young girls.
And not like when I see that movie -
she comes in boots, with a machine gun,
kicks the door out, df df df df df,
pif, gives such punch, a two-meter man falls.
And I think, certainly. If that daddy would catch her, he would spank her ***, throw away the gun.
When she shots an arrow at the helicopter, blows away the pilot.
And I move away, I think, this is sick, this is sick.
This here? Woman sells the most beautiful thing she has.
And what is it? Womanhood.
In the nineties began those stupid movies.
In the nineties, note that.
Women sell the most beautiful thing they have.
They let be pushed by knavish men -
those that were knavish, pushed them into the role of a masculinist,
see, robbed them, gave them positions, gave them degrees, possibilities,
and they are dashing aside, aside from what they are irreplaceable in.
What is it? Motherhood.
In motherhood you are indispensable.