Wrongly Accused—The Broken Flower Injustice!

Having my oldest daughter turn 7 got me thinking about my own fun-filled 7-year-old days in small-town Iowa.  But, there was one unjust event that marred my 7th year.  That was the year of the wooden flowers:

One day, while I was certainly minding my own business, I heard of a garden tragedy.  Someone had broken my mother’s wooden decorative flowers.  Who would do such a thing???  Apparently, me.

“Janae, we know you broke the flowers?” I hear my mother say.
“I didn’t break the flowers.”
“Tell us the truth.  Now.”
“I didn’t break the flowers!”

I was sent to my room, crying.  Later, my parents came up to chat.

“Janae, we love you, but you need to tell us the truth, or you’re not getting dinner tonight.”
“OK, I broke the flowers.  But not really!  If I tell you that, will I still get my dinner?”

That night, I did get my dinner.  I asked my mom, “Will you believe me when I’m 8?” 

Years later, I found out that my adult neighbor had told my mother she had actually seen, ME, break the flowers.

I’m guessing it might have been payback for always telling on her boys, who hung out with my older brother.

I am 35 now and I did NOT break those flowers.  I hope my parents believe me now.

little me:)
Grateful Mom Goal of the Day:  I will be grateful I am not still 7.  

(All conversations are based on my childhood memory, which I’m certain is 100 percent accurate.)


  1. You know, I am a horrible, horrible liar…except when it comes to my parents. I can't lie to save my life unless it's to them! My husband considers this a very good trait. 😉

    Thanks for stopping by!

  2. Such injustice! How could an adult lie like that? That would haunt me for years! 🙂

  3. Oh no! That is so funny though, accepting the blame for dinner. My mom had these wooden tulips when I was a kid, I loved them but was always afraid I would break them. Thanks for stopping by my blog, I am now following yours too!

  4. Wow, what a wicked neighbor! How frustrating! It's a good thing you aren't 7 anymore! Have a great weekend!

  5. “You will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”
    My little sister once threw a broken banister rail at my dad when he was coming up the stairs, ran and hid, and left my brother and I standing there to take the blame. He believed us when she came clean 15 years later. Hunt down that neighbour and demand your justice!!
    Kidding… but SOMEDAY Janae, you will be exonerated. 😉
    For what it's worth, I believe you!

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