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Letter to her mother describing how she enjoyed her mother's visit and their growing relationship as individuals beyond mother and daughter.
10/15/34 [14 October, 1934] Sunday still - Mother dear - I’ve just finished Ted’s letter - a copy some time if you’d like it - but before going back - I want to think again how much this weekend has meant. It was somehow different from all others. It was as if - what we’d tried to have before - we touched, this time, and found it so very satisfying. On the surface of course we were glad to see each other, had a good time, and were sorry to say goodbye - [Page 2] but that was only the smallest part of it. Underneath - we were two individuals, not just a mother and her daughter. You were my mother - I was your daughter - and there was a great difference. Two individuals bound very very closely together in that restrained but knowingly and deeply affectionate relationship. Isn’t it wonderful? Perhaps it sounds like mere phrasing - but it isn’t. Didn’t you feel too that we had gotten down to something Fundamental - and that it was very much alive? It was [Page 3] as if we had pealed [mis-spelling: peeled] off all the trappings of motherly “hovering and anguish” and daughterly dependence and responsive submission. And there was left a mother, who is an individual - and a fine, courageous, thoughtfully-inspiring one; and a daughter, a separate individual with feet to stand on. And with the bulky trappings gone - there is left just us - who can be closer together because there isn’t any Cotten [mis-spelling: cotton] batting around with us to come in between. We can enjoy each other because there somehow isn’t any sort of [Page 4] strain on either side. You hated to leave - I hated to see you leave, and yet saying goodbye wasn’t the dreadful process underneath, even if not on the surface, that it sometimes has been. I simply feel extraordinarily happy, walking back to the house. Happy that I had such a mother as you. A mother as young in spirit, as still growing - as idealistic and the same time as sensible, as you. Mother darling I do love you - you knew that of course - but know it even more now - but I like you an awful lot too, and I’m proud of being my mother’s daughter.
Wellesley, Massachusetts; Schenectady, New York
Home and Family; Personal Relationships
Westervelt, Virginia Veeder and Wellesley College Archives, "Letter from Virginia Veeder Westervelt, Wellesley, Massachusetts, to Mrs. Millicent Veeder, Schenectady, New York, 1934 October 14" (1934). Virginia Veeder Westervelt letters (6C/1935). 144.