Of my four sons, Nathanael, my second, was possibly the easiest one for the first 13 years of his life. When he was in preschool, his classmates would cheer when he walked into the room, then fight over who could sit next to him. That exuberant popularity never really let up. He was an ace athlete, a star student, and the one who always said “OK Mom,” w…
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