It doesn't matter what I'm doing, I usually have a way of second guessing myself.
In design school I always felt like I was average or bad compared to my peers, and some days I thought I wouldn't make it out alive. I graduated but towards the end my goal was survival rather than excellence.
As a wife, I think I'm doing pretty well with the relationship stuff but not so hot on the housekeeping front. I can never stay ahead of the dishes or the clutter and that's only going to get worse as our family grows.
Surprising to me, I actually feel that being a mom comes naturally. I think I have found the comfortable middle ground between the hovering, panicked mom and the too-busy-with-her-own-shit-to-care-about-the-baby mom. I adore my son and would do anything for him, but I don't feel like I've had to throw my identity or marriage down the drain to be a good parent. I have done my fair share of emergency googling, but I try to take the advice with a grain of salt and just do what Steven and I feel is best, for us, in that moment.
HOWEVER. I realize that Luke is just a baby and I haven't had to actually parent him yet. There is no disciplining, no setting of limits, no this is for your own good moments yet. Unless you count the q-tip episode - that was for his own good but he HATED it while it was happening. In fact, I am sure all you experienced moms are rolling your eyes at my naivete. My confidence will probably come crashing down