I heard a joke the other day about a pious soul who dies, goes to heaven, and gains an audience with the Virgin Mary.
The visitor asks Mary why, for all her blessings, she always appears in paintings as a bit sad, a bit wistful: Is everything O.K.?
Mary reassures her visitor: “Oh, everything’s great. No problems. It’s just ... it’s just that we had always wanted a daughter.”
Taken from a great article about the old Boy's Club in the Catholic Church that you can find here.