Excerpt from a letter written by Francis Field to her husband. The letter appears in her book, WWII: Letters from Home, 1942-1944.
Next time we have a baby, I will go to war so that you can stay home and have all the fun watching the miracles happen day by day.
Being at home like this makes me think about our future role in family and community. When there is an opportunity to choose, how will I divide my time? Is it worth giving up all else to be with young children constantly? Is it worth healthier to cultivate a family commitment to cooperative work instead of employing paid help?
I believe that we are going to want to strike a happy medium. I might be a more interesting person, and the children more adaptable, if they are not constantly tied to my apron strings. At the same time, there may be days or half-days when we would welcome help with heavy housework. Do you agree? However, I feel that no household tasks should be taken completely away from us, lest we and the children come to take them for granted, and never learn how to do them for ourselves.
For now, I am convinced that the most important war work we young mothers can do is to try to maintain stable, nurturing homes for all these children.
Plans for our own summer at Camp Bueno are final, and we'll soon be off for New Hampshire. A small trunk, containing didees and my new blue bathing suit, has already gone. The trip is going to be an epic. Fourteen squealing female campers and, fortunately, another counselor, will be trailing in our wake, fighting their way into coach seats. Only the smallest ones and Sarah and I have been allowed Pullman reservations for sleeping.
So here we go! Sara's first adventure out into the world!