I was a student in the pre-mobile, pre-Internet days and I did not have a landline in my flat so I used to walk to a call box once a week and phone home. The main phone there was on a table next to my dad's chair so it would always be him that answered the calls. My mum knew the number of the call box and would call me back from the extension phone in the other room.
What didn't strike me as odd at the time, but certainly does now is that my dad merely used to say "Oh, hi Col - hang up and your mother will ring you back" - he never once had even a short chat with me himself! He was probably trying to save me money, but I could have got 3 minutes or so with him out of my 10p.
I know that my dad loved me and that he was told every detail of every conversation, but a couple of sentences between us directly once a week wouldn't have hurt!
I think it is quite sweet that some of you get so upset when your kids leave home. I remember feeling totally baffled when I left for university. A mate was taking me and my stuff up in a hire van and I waved goodbye to my folks as we drove off. My mum was weeping on the doorstep and my dad fled back into the house. I turned to my mate and said "Did you see that! What on earth is up with them?"
I reflected on the meaning of that departure scene once I was settled into my flat, and that was when I decided to start the weekly calls home ...