Haweral is spot on. My eldest made some nasty remarks about his childhood, in fact had quite a chip on his shoulder about it.
I spoke to my youngest, saying that I was quite hurt that he didn't seem to even like me, considering that I'd always loved him so much.
I spoke about all the nights I'd walked around trying to settle him as a colicky baby, the awful pain breastfeeding after a cesarean, the fatigue, the worry and endless fussing over him. Why did I bother?
By contrast, she'd had minimal fuss and attention from me (being the fourth) was passed round family like a parcel while I just got on with things - and was the happiest and most contented of them all.
Of course, that conversation got relayed very quickly to him and he phoned - to say how very hurt he was that I thought he didn't like me - typical!