Somewhere this morning, a mother watched a bus turn the corner and has been thinking about her child ever since…

At a quarter past eight, a mother stands on her front step in her slippers and watches the bus turn the corner at the end of the street. She waves until the little hand in the back window disappears, and then she goes inside and gets on with her day, or at least she tries to. She answers emails, pays a bill, folds a load, puts a pot on for supper, and every so often, without quite meaning to, she glances at her phone. Hoping, wondering, praying that her child arrived safely.

Because nobody sends off a child and simply stops thinking about them.

Across town, you are doing the same thing for every child on every bus at once. That is the part of this job that nobody sees, and it is why we built Tendi.

We know that feeling because we have run daycares ourselves. We stood at the door with a clipboard as the buses pulled in, counting small heads under winter hats. We have picked up the phone to a father who just wanted to hear that his son ate his lunch, and we have sat up past midnight with the CACFP claim and a pile of crumpled meal sheets. Since July, thirty-two more daycares have joined us, because it turns out almost every owner remembers those nights too.

So Tendi begins where your worry begins, with the bus. The moment a child climbs those tall steps, Tendi knows, and if she doesn’t make it from the bus into her classroom, you know within minutes, while there is every chance to act. Nobody has to pin anything to her coat or tuck anything into her knapsack, because there is nothing for a child to wear, carry, or lose. And when someone comes through your door, a single tap tells you exactly who is in the building, so the picture in your head matches the one in front of you.

Then the day unfolds, and the mother on her front step hears about it without having to ask. She gets a message or a call when her daughter arrives, another when she is on her way home, and if there was a scraped knee at recess, it is already written down, calmly and properly, for whenever she wants to read it. And while all of this is happening, the CACFP claim builds itself, one lunch and snack at a time.

At pickup, she buckles her daughter into the car seat, and for once she already knows most of the story before it starts. That is what we mean by the whole day on one screen. Every family who trusts you with a child gets to stay close to their day, and you get to be the one who keeps them there.

Click HERE to book a walkthrough and see what it feels like to have the whole day on one screen.