Jackson, first day of schoolOur story
Meet Jackson. He’s my why.
For years I was the glue connecting my son’s care team, with a three-inch, three-ring paper binder. Jackson carried it to school. It got heavy and full, and he’d rip the therapy notes out on the way home before I ever got to read them.
Speech here, OT there. The pediatrician wanted the school’s report; the school wanted the pediatrician’s; and I drove the paperwork between them. Nobody hands you a system. So I built one.
