Robin, my son, is but 16-months old. Yet, because I work with kids of all ages - all the way to age 99 - I dwell quite a bit on what changes I might face as he grows up. I already have nightmares of handing him car keys and the painful awkwardness of teenage dating. Even more ironic? I fret about Robin choosing to traverse the literal wilderness, the same great outdoors where I chose to test myself as a teenager. All this boils down to "leaving the nest" and that is really, really, hard for…