I've been very careful not to phone, or email, or text too much. I try not to pry. Or second-guess your decisions.
When you are home and go out in the evening, I do my best to only say good-bye and not ask where you're going.
All in all, I think I'm doing a decent job of letting go and letting you become an adult not tied to the old apron strings. Not that I claim I'm always doing this right, but I think I'm improving and I want you to know I'm trying not to be that annoying mother who insists on clinging to her babies.
But. . .
Don't you think you could call once in a while? Or, perhaps send a quick email. Or even just a text saying, "Hi." Is that really too much to ask? It doesn't even have to be once a week. Maybe once every other week.
I know you're busy, but so am I. And I'll never be too busy to talk to you.