Whenever the parental doubts start to creep up on me and I start to think that maybe I'm a terrible mother after all, I take a quick trip to remind myself that short of abuse (which I don't do) it's actually pretty hard to fuck up a child. I pack up my daughter and we go to the trashiest Wal-Mart in town. We don't go to the new Wal-Mart with spacious aisles, no. We go to the Wal-Mart that has trash and broken carts and a possible meth-head or two in the parking lot. Bumper stickers like "Stand up for America, Be an American" or "Hunt Life" abound. This is not an enlightened Wal-Mart, this is the Wal-Mart made famous by popular culture.
Chances are that you'll start feeling better about your parenting skills as soon as you pull into the parking lot. It will become increasingly obvious once you get inside that if all these people can reproduce and raise children that you can do it too. It's an instant confidence booster and you can pick up some cheap DVDs since you know you're not leaving the house ever again after this little foray.