Don't call me; I'll call you

My sister told me recently that she'll know she's really getting really old when her kids start calling her every day. Which, of course, is very funny since we're always saying to each other that we rarely speak to our kids unless we do the calling. I have one son who calls me about every 6 or 7 weeks and tries to time it when he knows I won't answer my home phone. This way he can leave a message and doesn't have to hear how I'm doing. He just always assumes I'm okay; if not, he'll hear from his brother or sister otherwise. And my sister is so right. Because I used to make my perfunctory phone calls to my parents once a week when they lived in Florida. But once we moved my mom out here to California in her 90s, I was calling her every day. So for right now, I just giggle from the fact that my kids have their own lives, are busy working, driving their kids everywhere, cleaning the house etc. and it's hard to take the time to make small talk with me. And I'm content with knowing that I'm still able enough to call them and not have to wait for them to call me.