My Luna is already a mother

Teresa POV I look out my classroom window. It’s the middle of February and the weather is frigged, the skies are mostly clear and the ground is snowy. The time has come for parent-teacher conferences. These are hard for me, not because I don't like to do them or anything like that. It's Only because I have to be away from my baby Ruben longer. He is just so cute, I miss him so much. I think to myself that sometimes I just love him too, too much. Abigail, my neighbor, is watching him till I get home. I feel a great need to hug my little one as I get ready and talk to these parents. He’s all I have since we came to Sutton Alaska, I don’t have any contact with anyone from my old life except my parents through email only. It’s important to keep it that way because I left for a very specific reason. As for the parent-teacher conferences, My Students are doing great. Some of the parents I already know, seeing how this is a small town and there are not a lot of schools around. It's not tiny though the population is 1500 people. It's only that I still miss him whenever I'm away, especially when usually at this time I'm already home with him. The daycare stays open till 6:30, but since I knew I'd be staying later, I went to pick him up early. A little extra early because of the snow and I’m very cautious driving with my baby, I always double-check his car seat and my wheels. I made sure when I went to buy an SUV that it had 4WD for the snow, I wasn’t gonna take chances driving in the snow. I take my silvery-blue Chevy Tahoe and I drop him off with Abigail. I am so glad I met her. I know I can trust her with my baby and I don't have to obsess over where to leave him and trust he will be safe. She is married and has the happiness of being a stay-at-home mom. She has two little ones herself, both boys one 5 and the other only 3 months younger than my little Ruben. So at least for a little while, he is distracted having fun with friends which is comforting. He won't be missing me as much as I will be missing him. At least it's easier now than it was when I first started. I began working about two months after arriving here when he was 8 months old. Leaving him at the daycare was hard, to say the least, it took a toll on me because I never had been away from him up until that point. But he is no longer 8 months but three weeks away from his 2nd birthday. So for now I endure the need to go to my baby and prepare for the next set of parents. Soon it was finally the last conference of the day. I wanted to make a good first impression on the parents I have yet to meet so I’m wearing a long black pencil skirt and a Victorian blouse with a ruffled front and black satin buttons making it seem like a button-up shirt when it’s not. Since I spent so much time standing I’m wearing black flats. I have my pants and snow boots for when I go outside, but inside the school, it’s very warm. I’m also wearing some lip gloss, eyeliner, and mascara but nothing else. I was happy with the results. Many parents found my outfit very teacher-like.