I would have to wait until the school opened again before I could enroll my son, which caused me a degree of uncertainty.  I would only have three days before the pupils arrived to properly introduce him and get him used to the idea he was to attend the school. I need not have worried; the teacher was amazing and a perfect complement for his personality and additional teaching requirements. It was difficult for them, but they managed to get him a learning assistant for the mornings at least. It was clear now why I was recommended to get him a second diagnosis: without it the authorities would not have moved so swiftly into action.

Throughout his short life my son has been very specific about who he trusts and likes, about who he will work with and who he will not. As if by some divine intervention the two people, his teacher and learning assistant, who were going to have a great input in his life were a perfect fit. This took a great weight off my shoulders. I'd made an appointment to bring him to the school two days before they welcomed the pupils. The teacher and her assistant sat with him for about 30 minutes while the head teacher asked me about him and his progress. I also gave her all the reports and letters I had received about his care to date.When I collected him to take him home his teacher said, "He is a lovely boy, he is going to do just fine." I think she fell a little bit in love with him. Lucky boy! Lucky dad!

They decided that my son would be best suited to the primary 1-2 class, as they called it. Although he'd already done the first year in England he was still at an age where he would fit in with the other children. The school curriculum is different in both countries. The first year of school in England is more like an extension of nursery and the children start school younger, whereas in Scotland the first year is more formal.                              

 On the first day of school all the parents of the children in my son's class were allowed to accompany their children into the classroom, give them a hug, wish them a good day and say goodbye. Some parents were filming the event, others taking photographs. I did neither. I just watched him as he was escorted by his teacher to his seat. She sat next to him, talking all the time, reassuring him and making the event as stress free as possible for him. I felt honored and humbled by her actions and truly blessed. She looked up at me and mouthed the words, "He's fine; talk to you after school." I walked home a very relieved and happy dad.