All of our children were breastfed. It was very important physically, emotionally, spiritually, and mentally for all of us (even for me as a father). My wife made it a part of daily life, giving nourishment any time or place it was needed. Often, in public, she would use a baby blanket to cover herself/baby during feeding. Some women (never guys) were very uncomfortable with this. They had been strongly conditioned against it - had lost connection with their bodies as a source of warmth and nourishment. My wife accepted those situations as part of the process of normalizing and reclaiming her body from puritanical/over-sexualizing influences (funny how those go together) in our cultures.