It’s the call no parent ever wants to receive. Your heart sinks to the floor as you hear the tears panic in your child’s voice as they tell you someone has hit their car while they were driving on the road. You feel the same amount of panic and you want to break down and cry, but you summon all the strength you have inside of you to get them home safely and through this nightmare.

Now, let’s pause and talk about what a parent should do. As parents, we do everything we can to raise our children into responsible adults, but we cannot control the actions of others on the road. Things generally happen either one of two ways: your child is either at fault or not at fault. If they were not at fault, you feel angry and sad, but not at them—the other driver. You ask yourself who could have been so selfish and careless during driving to put your child in such a situation? Your mind is going through a topsy-turvy rollercoaster of emotions.

However, what if it is your child who is at fault? Personally, I strongly feel that in the heat of the moment, the role of the parents is to be rational and calm. Accountability should definitely be enforced, but first your child needs to feel safe admitting their mistakes to you. 

This is especially important when they first get a taste of the privileges of being an “adult”. I once heard a story that always stuck with me. The parent told their child that no matter what happens, no matter the hour of the night, they could always call home to get picked up. The parents assured them that even if they were up to no good, that their parents would just be one call away, with no judgment. This story resonates with me because I believe in gentle parenting, especially when it comes to encouraging our young adult children to be transparent with us.

In my own case, I cannot spill all the beans due to legal reasons, but what I will say is that I am incredibly grateful that my child is safe and recovering well from their injuries. After the accident, police and ambulance crews arrived promptly, and necessary evidence was collected. But the incident was not yet fully behind us. We still deserved to be compensated for damages. I contacted a personal injury attorney to advocate for us, someone who specializes in motor accidents in San Diego. Our lawyer took care of our case through the ins and outs of the legal and insurance systems. 

In the same way that, as parents, we are one call away for our children, knowing that a dedicated personal injury lawyer is one call away is emotionally reassuring in ways that words cannot describe. We did not want to relive the incident and trauma, and even more so, we did not want to jump through hoops with insurance after paying them what we do every month! 

With Christopher Villasenor, I knew that I had a San Diego Law Firm that was on my side through every step of the legal and insurance process, fighting for the compensation we deserved, which we received sooner than we anticipated. 

As parents, we might not have all the answers, but we sure know who to call. 

When we created this blog, our primary purpose was helping other parents discover ways of starting and running their own businesses from home while taking care of their families. We wanted other people in our situation to know that they could support their loved ones both financially and through housework while never really leaving their sides.

Something we don’t usually go into is how we ended up here, as our backstories usually aren’t interesting or helpful for our target audience. For today’s subject, we decided a little bit of our background may be helpful to those members of the audience who have gone through something similar.

One of the primary reasons I got into creating a home business was due to an injury I experienced on the job. This injury forced me to stay home and stop work for quite some time, so I needed some extra income and something to do during the long days spent recovering.

My previous employer was an industrial manufacturer that produced a commonly used component in a variety of industries. I was part of a team that worked on the warehouse floor to package the parts and get them ready for shipping.

This process involved the use of hydraulic industrial machinery to wrap up the boxes being sent out. While no expense was spared in the upkeep of the machinery used in the manufacturing process, the same could not be said of the machines the packing crew used. The hydraulic systems leaked constantly and one or more of the machines was frequently out of order for weeks at a time.

Thanks to the cyclical nature of the production workload, the layout of the warehouse needed to change frequently, which meant that these machines would be frequently moved. One day, a machine that had sprung yet another leak was moved out of the way, and the hose left a long trail of fluid along the floor.

Upon coming into work, I had no idea that there was a problem when I stepped onto the warehouse floor. Approaching my station, I didn’t see the liquid on the dark floor and managed to put my entire bodyweight into a patch of greasy liquid, sending me into a hard fall that wound up fracturing my wrist.

In the weeks following, it seemed like the worker’s comp process would go smoothly – the company did what it was supposed to do, and referred me to all the insurer-proscribed doctors and specialists. The nature of the fracture would require a few months off the job, which meant I’d be totally reliant on the insurance payout to continue living.

Unfortunately, problems arose once I began sending claims to the insurance company. I noticed I was not receiving the promised compensation, and when I contacted them to inquire why, they told me the case was under review

A month went by with no attempt by the insurer to contact me. Money was quickly running out thanks to the medical care I was receiving, and my partner and I were getting very anxious.

At the time, we didn’t know what to do. I began selling some items online after taking a course some years ago on e-commerce, and found that I was pretty adept at figuring it out. This saved us in the short term, but we were still waiting on the insurance payout.

I was lucky in that I found a skill that I wasn’t aware I had and was able to monetize it to get through a tough period, but many people who have a similar story are not so lucky. If I knew then what I know now, I would have gotten in contact with a personal injury lawyer after that first month.

Back then, I thought personal injury lawyers were only used to sue individuals or businesses, and I certainly had no interest in suing my employer. What I didn’t know is they can also be used to pressure reticent insurance companies who are delaying or trying to find a way out of paying out their obligations.

One of the best PI law firms in the San Diego area for these situations is Villasenor Law Offices. The law firm got its start in the insurance industry, which means it knows the ins and outs of how insurers work and what you need to do to help grease the wheels and get your compensation.

While I was able to make my situation work and find a new calling, not everyone is so lucky. For them, the right move is to call a PI law firm like Villasenor and get the ball rolling and get the full insurance payout that they are entitled to.

Villasenor Law Firm

+18587077771

12396 World Trade Dr Suite 211, San Diego, CA 92128

If I may be really honest—I love my children, but sometimes, I am certain that being a mother is one of the most thankless jobs in the world. It is certainly rewarding, but it can still feel utterly thankless.

One of the most taboo subjects is the challenging side of motherhood. While it is indeed beautiful and miraculous, it is also demanding and stressful. We come into this world through the painful labor of childbirth, a task that is placed distinctly on women. From the beginning, pain is the prerequisite of delivering joy, in the form of a human being, into our lives. Babies must be constantly attended to with care. They are adorably precious, but also fragile and surprisingly loud for their size. I once watched a segment on Oprah that featured a baby whisperer who taught mothers how to decipher the cries of their babies to understand what was causing their distress. Naturally, it made me wish I had seen the segment when my children were babies. 

Seeing your babies grow out of their babyhood is both relieving and heartbreaking. You want them to retain their innocence but you also know that the circle of life means that we all grow old. And as we do, life involves setbacks and surprises that push us to our limits. 

Pew Research Center reports that “women are more likely now to become mothers than they were a decade ago, and this is particularly the case among highly educated women,” and that “mothers are spending more time in the labor force than in the past, but also more time on child care.”

Being a working mother is challenging. I found myself juggling so much from school to after school that I was near my breaking point. And just as things couldn’t get more hectic, it hit me. 

No, I wasn’t hit by the realization that I was carrying the entire burden of mental and emotional labor that should be shared by two people—I had already known that for years. If I didn’t ask or mention it beforehand, my husband simply wouldn’t think of it.

I was hit by a commercial truck.

I’m sure it was driven by someone who was as exhausted and taxed as I was because they didn’t see me at all when they made the turn before the light. The front of my car was destroyed, and I needed an accident lawyer. With an endless to-do list at home and at work, the last thing I needed was the burden of trying to navigate personal injury law and auto insurance on my own. 

Thankfully, the trucking company that owned the fleet of the truck that had hit me had their own commercial insurance, which is apparently a requirement of their industry in California. I needed an accident law firm that knew how to handle my case so that I could actually receive the compensation I deserved. For once in my life since becoming a mother, it felt like the right person was held responsible for the whole shebang. Isn’t that funny in a dark way?

Why are we so obsessed with true crime?

Perhaps “obsessed” is a strong word. But we certainly can’t seem to stop watching and talking about true crime. By “we”, I’m referring to us women, among which the genre has surged in popularity. As a busy mompreneur, I rarely have time to unwind, watch a movie, and relax. And yet, I somehow always make time for my favorite weekly true-crime podcast, a show that doesn’t relax me in the slightest. But I can’t stop tuning in—I’m hooked. 

I think the reason why we can’t stop watching and listening to true crime is simple:

We’re scared.

Constantly. 

At night, we are constantly scared of being assaulted or followed. Even public spaces aren’t safe—we risk being harassed, catcalled, or heckled at. We can’t turn on the news without hearing horrifying stories of vulnerable women being preyed upon and disappearing. 

Learning about the mind of an attacker gives us a sense of comfort, a sense that we will be able to spot red flags when they become apparent. True crime might be more educational than entertaining, and as the name of the genre suggests—it’s real. We, women, have the natural gift of empathy; when I hear stories of real acts of violence being committed against real women, it’s hard not to empathize with the victim and wonder: could this ever happen to me?

This blog post is not easy for me to write. But I am sharing my experiences in hopes that it will help someone else, perhaps a fellow woman if they are ever in a similar situation. 

I was driving home on a rainy evening after having dinner with my best friends. As I exited the highway, I noticed that I was the only car taking this exit, except for one other car that tailed closely behind me. I got even more nervous when the other car kept tailgating me, intersection after intersection. 

And then they rear-ended me. 

I panicked. 

My mind started racing. My imagination ran wild. I froze. 

Here I was, hit by a car, on a rainy evening, alone at an intersection, too afraid to walk out of my car to photograph the damage and ask for the other driver’s information. How could I? I would rather stay locked in my car and pay for the damages myself than make myself vulnerable. 

By some crazy stroke of luck, another car approached the intersection, driven by two women, who slowed down and pulled up beside me, as if they knew I was scared.

It was like they had a sixth sense.

The driver that rear-ended me immediately drove away, but not before one of the women in the other car rolled down their window and took pictures of the scene of the crash and the other car’s license plate.

I called 911 immediately. 

The police arrived, filed a report, and told me that since the driver who rear-ended me drove away, I would need the pictures from the female witnesses and their contact information, as well as a car accident attorney who was familiar with the San Diego area. This was a hit and run, and I would need a personal injury lawyer to fight for the compensation I deserved for my injuries, emotional distress, and vehicle damage.

The two other women consoled me as I sobbed. They told me that they stopped and pulled up beside me because they had been in the exact same situation just a few months ago! And thankfully they found a lawyer who fought for their case and was able to recover compensation for their bills. 

I will be eternally grateful for these women who protected me and referred me to the Villasenor personal injury law firm because without my witnesses and lawyer, I don’t know if I would be able to write this blogpost. I pray that you will never need one, but if you ever do need an auto accident attorney, I highly recommend giving Villasenor Law Offices a call immediately.

Villasenor Law Offices
12396 World Trade Dr Suite 211, San Diego, CA 92128