Emma Beddington’s article (How do I stay in touch with my sons at university without seeming tragic and needy?, 30 October) sent me and my wife down memory lane. We had three sons in four years, so we rapidly had an empty house. I was OK – “They’re grown men now”. My wife wasn’t – “They’re my babies!”
Fifteen years on, one lives in Australia, another in Tokyo and a third in London. I really miss their adult male company (beer, rugby, politics, sport, etc). My wife still misses her “babies”, their sounds and caring for them.
