The story is told of a doctor and his son. The doctor would always come home late at night, he would then lock himself in his study to try and de-stress from the day, locking himself away from his family, the ones who loved him most. His son would do all he could to try and break through the door and interact with his dad. He would stick his fingers under the door and wiggle them at his dad, he would draw pictures and slide them under the door, and he would write notes to his dad and slide them under the door. Sometimes these ploys worked, others not so much. The little boy later wrote a song a out this situation and called it "Underneath the door". This author is one of my favorite artists, Michael Card.
I've learned over the years that even as an adult, I'm that little boy. To those who mean so much to me, I'll do whatever I can to get you to acknowledge me. I'll draw pictures, i'll write notes, I'll wave my hands in the air, I'll wave... I'll do anything that I can to show I'm here and that you're important to me. I am that little boy, I hope I always will be.
