When I was in college, I called home about once every couple weeks, not a regular thing you see, but rather when I needed some funds or had a car wreck or came down with mono. I was 'me' driven and called home when I needed something. As I graduated, got married, had kids and traveled a lot with my job, life seemed to be on a treadmill, a blur most of the time, and calls home were sporadic at best, not intentionally, but just not a priority.
As my children got to high school, I realized that my folks would not be here forever, so I orchestrated a "Sunday Night" schedule, where we would call one week and they would call back every other week. We were pretty good about keeping the schedule, but often we could go a couple weeks without calling. In hindsight, they never missed their Sunday call, any 'misses' were mine.
My kids all went off to college and I realized that now the shoe was on the other foot. I missed my youngins' terribly and could not understand why they did not call more.....selective memory on my part. The fact remains that they are still my girls and my boy and regardless of their chronological age I love to hear their voices.
My diagnosis of multiple myeloma caused a reset of my schedule and priorities. I quickly understood that even at 59, I am still my mother's child and she was worried about her boy. I also realized how fragile life is for them in their eighties and me with cancer. I wanted to hear their voices.
So, I am resolved to call them each and every day. We often don't have much to talk about, as my days, and theirs, are more sedimentary than active. However, I have come to realize the call is not about me needing something, or sharing with them what is going on, but simply me checking on them, sending them a long distance hug, and letting them know that I'm okay and that I love them.
When was the last time you called home?