I called my daughter for the first time in a few years.

Wow, you say? Dad of The Year, you say? You run a successful parenting blog, you say? Yes, yes, yes. You see, the reality is I lost custody of my 22-year-old daughter when she was 13. I had 13 wonderful years where I was activity engaged in her life. That time came to an end when a judge, who knew me for less than 2 hours, took my engagement in her life away. The judge said, “I know she testified that she wants to stay with the father, but she is a girl and needs to be with her mom.” That was ten years ago.