We had old Barbie Dolls on a shelf too, those teen-age idols that lead our young girls to think they must be willowy and buxom at the same time. (Those dolls were gifts to my daughters; I never would have purchased them.) I got rid of Barbie and her sisters, collector’s items or not. All of nature has designed women to bear children. Women should have wide hips and a capacity for saving up nourishment for their children, for surviving a famine or a war and for living into an active old age. The images we hold in our hands, or our minds, have a way of coming true in our lives. I don’t want things in my house that send false messages.

Grown-ups have their dolls too. Statues are supposed to embody for us a reminder of some quality that we admire or perhaps even ought to emulate. Soldiers and saints are offered to us as heroes. Many avid gardeners keep small statues in their backyards, as I do. The effigies of writers and nameless pioneers hang in parks and libraries. The Statue of Liberty and Mount Rushmore’s famous Presidents’ faces dominate our country physically, as well as in political thought, although they will be overshadowed someday by Crazyhorse. This great sculpture of an Indian chief, carved from a mountain, points us to a renewed future in better relationship to all of nature. All these symbolic representations of human figures carry great meaning culturally, as any archaeologist will tell you. Should they be dug up a million years hence, they will speak well for our highest ideals. What we envision for ourselves as a nation is possible to achieve. What we envision for ourselves as individuals, we are likely to become.

A few years ago when I turned 50, my sister jokingly sent me a new "doll." She said it reminded her of me. This doll looks like a little old lady, with gray hair and wire-rimmed glasses, wearing a gaudy flowery printed dress and bedroom slippers, with stockings rolled down to her ankles. She has large purple earrings and a pearl bracelet and wears a red hat that "doesn’t go." She is carrying a bunch of purple flowers. Attached to her left wrist is a laminated copy of the poem taken from "Warning" by Jenny Joseph. It begins with the famous first line: "When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple," then goes on to describe her odd and outdated clothing, eccentric behaviors (like "learn{ing} to spit") and attitudes somewhat regretful of the past.

So then, I began to think, this is what it will be like for me. Old women are like that, wearing gaudy clothes, with idiosyncrasies in full view. Being very busy, I put all this at the back of my mind and went on tending to my house, my husband, my children, my pets, my job and my own mother. Actually, my mother was quite a bit like that, except for the spitting. I can’t imagine that I shall ever "spit," either. My mother lived with us for just over two years, and she was quite healthy and still active, although she could not drive anymore. She had "cabin fever" at times, after having given 22,000 hours of service to the Red Cross, and just as many to the thrift shop that supported the local hospital auxiliary. Now she spent her hours reading, watching television or taking a walk. She laughed with my husband over an occasional beer, and did some of the lighter household chores, which made her feel "useful." And then she died, quite suddenly, without warning. She died without any long illness, or excessive pain. She thought she had the flu on a Tuesday evening, and was dead on Wednesday morning. At 86, what more could you ask? I miss her laughter especially.

My mother’s death promoted me to the position of oldest woman in the family, the oldest of the siblings, with only two elderly aunts left. The generations were obviously moving forward. I don’t know what all that might entail, but it seems that I am the keeper of family reunions, old photographs and memories of childhood times together. I am the communication center already. One of the perks of the position is to be the "first to know" of births, graduations and problems of all kinds!

A few weeks after my mother’s memorial service, I found a suitable marker for this momentous event, and a symbol for the future that I like better than the old woman doll. I bought it in a gift shop near the beach. The artist is Jan Dymond of Corvallis, Ore. It is a clay figurine about 14 inches tall of a woman, rounded with age, her hands folded and her eyes closed, but her mouth in the form of an O as if in song. A number of cutouts admit light to the innermost parts, which are hollow. She came with a small clay cup to hold a candle. When the candle is lit within her, she shines out.

The Woman of Light, as I call this figure, now in the corner of my family room, reminds me of the story of the Presentation of Jesus to Simeon and Anna at the Temple, when he was an infant.

Anna and Simeon were old people, still at the Temple every day, probably doing some minor jobs and sitting against the wall in the sun, hands folded, as older people might do in rest. No doubt they talked aloud to God, in thanks or complaint, as I do already. Like my mother, they tried to be "useful." They blessed the little children, and counseled the parents. They sat in the Light, and their light shone out to others. This is who I mean to be as an old woman: a person who sits in the Light, who radiates Light to others. My song shall be one of praise to God for the wonderful things he has done for me all my lifeand that he does now for the others in my life. I wrote my own poem:

When I Am Old

I shall wear what I like

Time Has Come

Congratulations on the issue that focused on women in the church (11/27). The contributors provided an excellent overview of both the contributions of women to the life of the church and an exploration of issues that remain unresolved. It was interesting to read in the editorial your comment that the restoration of the diaconate for women is a possible first step in responding to the call of women for greater participation. In 1977, following the 1976 Vatican Declaration on the Question of the Admission of Women to the Ministerial Priesthood, the National Council of Catholic Women responded with a statement declaring itself in harmony with the teaching church, yet calling for an examination of the feasibility of establishing the diaconate for women, a question the Declaration’ left open. Perhaps after more than 20 years this is an idea whose time has come.

Annette Kane

Executive Director, N.C.C.W.

Washington, D.C.

All May Find a Home

I appreciate the fact that you devoted a recent issue (11/27) to the vitally important topic of women in the church. Certainly there are myriad women’s issues that require ongoing dialogue and pastoral sensitivity.

I think it is apt to say that the church needs the full and active participation of women. I think the problem arisesas it does in the case of liturgyfrom different perspectives as to what full and active participation really means. If the term means equal access to all the various functions in the life of the church, which seems to be an impoverished interpretation not in keeping with the teaching of the Second Vatican Council, then the issue is simply one of power and asserting one’s rights.

I’d propose that a lay person most fully enters the sacred liturgy not by usurping the priest’s role, but by offering his or her own gifts as a lay person (Rom. 12:1). Similarly, a woman most fully serves the church by being fully a woman. How a woman is to strive for holiness in today’s changing world raises many important questions, and America is right in asking them. However, without going into great detail, a downplay of woman’s maternal rolewhich is neither paternal nor at all limited to physically bearing childrenseems counterproductive.

In this vein, I note Professor Cahill’s insistence that discussion of women’s morality issues should not be monopolized by reproductive and family issues. That much is true. However, Professor Cahill dissents from several church teachings on reproductive and family issues. If these teachings are misunderstood or rejected, won’t our views concerning human anthropology, church authority and morality in general also be flawed?

In addition, there was some mention about the restoration of the diaconate for women. This advocacy raises false expectations, inasmuch as [t]he Church confers the sacrament of Holy Orders only on baptized men (viri)(Catechism