I struggle with those same thoughts! I start thinking someone else could do better or be a better parent. Then I take a drive to a not so nice part of town and see the homes kids running the streets with no shoesetc.. and realize I am a good mom. My hubby owned a convience store in a poverty neighborhood and little kids would come over and want to buy food with their dollar. Like a hot dog or cheeseburger. I wanted candy with my dollar as a kid. Thats because my parents fed me. So there are always better parents and worse parents. I hope this helps. Hugs