I spoke to my mum every day mostly - she tended to let me do the phoning as she worried I’d be busy or she’d be interrupted. I had times of living close by and seeing her regularly, even moved back home for a couple of years after a bad breakup, and times of living at the other end of the country and then abroad too, but would call every day most of the time. It wasn’t some huge expectation that she’d be bothered if I didn’t though.
As for what we’d talk about - how was work, have you had your tea? What did you have? What have you done today? Did you see X on tv? What’s the dog doing? What siblings/ nieces and nephews were up to. She’d ask about my ex and then after we broke up I’d tell her a bit about dates or if I’d met someone nice or whatever - not all the gory details but I could have done, she was fairly unshockable. She made some good friends later in life after being widowed and would have days out or holidays with them so I’d hear about that.
I genuinely enjoyed spending time with my mum. We did the stereotypical shopping trips, spa days, afternoon tea, weekends away etc - sometimes with my sisters sometimes just the two of us. She was a great laugh and good company. I disagreed with her on a few things and she wound me up at times as I’m sure I did her, but when I say we were close that’s what I mean by the word - she managed to be a friend whilst still also being my mum first. She’d be the first person I wanted to tell if anything significant happened - good or bad - sometimes (often actually) she’d say completely the wrong thing but it was always with love and I always knew she was on my side.
I really really miss her, she died 7 years ago now. I wish she’d got to meet my now DH and could have seen me happy and settled expecting a baby of my own.