Preschool Decision - Mom's Rant

Mason's preschool has proven to be a lot of work. Getting everyone ready to be there by 8 is a chore in itself. Then there is Mason's not listening, non cooperative behavior and that he has pooped his pants 2 times now. The preschool teacher and I seem to be getting pretty chummy, but the truth is I don't like her delivery of the daily events. It seems that we really focus on the bad things which is usually 2 to 3 happenings and we never get to the good things. This has really troubled me and Todd and I have talked to Mason a lot about what he should be doing. Maybe it got by us all these years to actually talk to him. The talking seems to have made a difference, but in all this I wonder where is my place here. Mason doesn't cry when I drop him off, he doesn't hold on my leg and beg me not to leave him I consider this to be a good sign. It just seems so discouraging to pick him up and hear about my naughty little boy. I feel like I am being looked at under a microscope as well as the decisions that we have made with our children. This comes from comments the preschool teacher makes to me that I am sure I have blown out of proportion. I also have had a feeling like maybe Todd and I have no idea what the hell we are doing and maybe we are not fit parents (a little extreme I know). I guess the bottom line is that I don't know my place here, I want Mason to be happy, have fun, and learn. I have to ask myself do I belong between Mason and the preschool teacher? Are they going to have to find a way that works for them? Do I facilitate this? Do I just chauffeur him to and from and stay out of it? Then I wonder is he happy? Is this the right thing? There has been some talk of Mason's lack of social skills and this being because we didn't have him in daycare. In my defense, that was no accident and Mason has been in many other classes with kids his own age and the rec center and the Y. Then I ask, but isn't that what preschool is for? When did it all become so difficult. Obviously there is an awful amount of guilt on my part. Part of me wants to smile at his tenaciousness and to say, "that a boy give them hell, don't conform, don't lay down without an explanation" and the rational not crazy side of me wants to cry and so badly wants him to be a cooperative well adjusted part of this crowd. I would love a glowing report of a 3 hour preschool session, maybe for Christmas. Glass half full or empty? I have decided to keep things in perspective. Mason is 3 years old, he is in preschool, it is our first time, it is the teacher's first time, there are twelve 3 to 4 year olds for 2 teachers, we have already had a switch in teachers, plus we are only 2 weeks in. I have decided that Todd and I do not need to put our children up for adoption because we can't raise them. They are great kids and sometimes they are naughty no big shock there. I have also decided that I will facilitate this process by enforcing a 2 hours necessity potty break (per the preschool teacher), I will make a chart and praise Mason for good behavior and handle the naughty behavior, and I will continue to talk to him A LOT about good behavior. I have also decided that I will NOT hate this preschool teacher or let Mason know that I have any irritated feelings towards her. As far as he is concerned we are on the same team. I will not have a daily meeting with her, she is going to have to find another outlet for her daily frustrations. I have decided that Mason is staying in preschool and she and Mason are going to have to learn each other and figure each other out because in his life this is an important skill. I have also decided the bumps that we take now are going to be very small compared to the ones we may take when he is older. I have decided to breathe, loosen the apron strings, and relax. None of these things are in my personality so all of this is conscious and very difficult for me. This feels like another lesson as a parent and I am trying to take it in stride. I have also decided that I will start calling her Ms. Jessica instead of "the preschool teacher". I have came full circle and this may not be my last rant, but truthfully I feel at peace with my decision to take a little breathing room on this one.