On a cold January morning I had a blonde moment. Nothing new! I have at least one a day. Being blonde since I was in my mother’s womb, I have come to accept my handicap with as much grace as is “blondly” possible.

I have learned to smile demurely when the latest blonde joke finds its way to my ears instead of kicking the joke mister in the shin. This has saved many a relationship, as well as kept my shoe budget within reason. And I no longer turn deep red when I can’t find the sunglasses that are sitting on top of my head. These days it’s more like a toned down fuchsia. I’ve also become quite good at carrying on a ten minute conversation with someone who clearly knows me, but I have no clue who they are or how I am suppose to know them.

I have embraced my blondness and championed it as my very own! I choose to seize my blonde day and be all that I can blonde be! This condition has some advantages. I am built in entertainment for my husband and everyone else within my circle of influence and I laugh with them. I have to. It’s either that or lock myself in the bathroom until my genetic makeup changes.

Oh, I know how it is. I hear the laughter right now? All you brunettes and redheads and grey…I mean silverheads (is that a word?) and dare I say it…highlighted heads are thanking God for sparing you from the dreaded blonde moment syndrome.

I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I have observed over my half-century plus years (ouch) that this malady is no respecter of persons. It makes no difference if your hair is red, yellow, black, or white or even chartreuse. Blonde moments happen to everyone. Yes, even to the males of our species. And the sooner this cold hard fact is accepted and embraced the sooner everyone can join in the laughter and even discover some pretty amazing life lessons.

So join me as we share our blonde moments and what God can do through them!