Parents enjoy even the diaper smell of their babies, just thinking about their happy bubbly babies, just thinking about their happy faces. That's parents' love for their children. Do you know mothers actually taste the feces? Have you done that yourself? You don't qualify to be a mother unless you've done that. Have you tasted feces? No? I have seen my mother taste the feces many times when one of her babies was sick. That's why I think the whole world of my mother. Okay, all the mothers here, have you done it? [Haven't done it!] Try it once. Of course, some of you are too old to have babies. (laughter)

When you love God, to what limit do you love him? Until you love everything about God... Great hardships don't seem like hardships. The deepest valley can be the source of love. It's wonderful to see mothers stop their work to nurse their babies with milk-filled breasts. Women know the joys of this, but since I am not a woman I have not experienced them. Women are superior in this respect and I prostrate myself before them. Women are greater than men in this respect.

No matter how much I say I love babies, it's only on the surface. Can I feel the nipple being suckled away? How can I feed a baby that suckles away my blood and my fat? Everybody, did you ever like the sensation of being bitten by a blood-sucking mosquito? It's like being struck by lightning. Only love can make such a death-like experience enjoyable.

Without love, can a mother enjoy opening her breast? No, she can't. Only the mother's love can feel the suckling baby and the peace of the world around her, not just her own person, and can forgive everything and urge the baby on to feed to his heart's content. That's how parents love their children.

You know, in some ways the baby can be looked at as the parents' enemy. A blood-sucking enemy that sucks the blood through the cord. But, mothers feel new hope and new feelings toward their husbands, all through their connection to their babies. There is something exchanged there. That's something no one can understand or control.

When the mother nurses, she gives the baby her flesh, but the flesh must lodge on the father's bone. Otherwise, the flesh will whither to nothing. That's why women's emotional depth is much greater than man's. All things being equal, they say women cry three times to men's one time.

People say, let's live well and let's love. But what is it to live well? Live well by quarreling every day? [No] We all know that. The answer is simple. We must live well by loving one another for God. How shall we love one another? This is the issue. When you look at your children do you hate them or love them? You experienced ladies, answer me. [Love them] How much?

I wish I were an experienced woman on this one. I cannot really tell, even though I did a lot of research on the subject. How much? When I watch them nurse, the mother wants to feed more and the baby wants to suckle more... Why do you feed your babies? Is it because you love them or because you hate them? That's not all. They soil themselves big and small and demand attention all night. They don't care if it's two or three in the morning when they demand to be fed. The mother is dog-tired with backaches and in deep sleep, but she wakes up and feeds the crying baby. Is this from love or hate? [From love] That's love.

Love wants to give more love, never satisfied, wanting to feed the baby even when the baby is full. One never regrets when love is given away. One feels good when the full breast is suckled flat by the baby. You experienced ladies, do you agree? This is what I have been hearing. Am I right or wrong? I bet I am right.

How can we receive love from God? There is only one love, and therefore there is one method of receiving love. I bet you would want to know about the one method. Wouldn't you? [Yes, we would] It is between mothers and children. Would any mother discriminate among her children in giving them her love? Would she love the first-born more than the last-born? No mothers feed their children differently. They supply flesh and blood to their children. They must supply them to all their children.

Mothers enjoy feeding their babies. Babies enjoy hugging their mothers' necks tightly as they nurse. Mothers like the feeling of giving milk. There are no mothers who demand payment for this joy of giving milk. Another interesting thing is that love for babies is just the same even if the mother is ugly, with unattractive eyes, nose, mouth, and cheeks. It's all serious business when it comes to love for their babies. No one wants to be second in loving their babies, no one.