When I was preschool age I was always wanting someone to read books to me. I guess that lifelong love started really early. My Mama, Daddy, and older siblings were often busy and couldn't take time to read to me. My grandma couldn't read to me because she had never learned how, but she found ways to entertain me. She would often tell me stories of her childhood and she had a very special item that always did the trick. She had a cardboard box mailer that was labeled Rose Petal Perfume where she kept a variety of buttons.
She would pour out the buttons and we would sort them by color, size, buttons with two holes, buttons with four holes, buttons with no holes (the holes were underneath), and more. We would make up stories about what kind of clothing the buttons would go on and stories about the people who had the buttons on their clothes.
My grandma told me many times that she couldn't wait until I could go to school and learn how to read and satisfy my hunger for learning. Little did she know that she was one of my BEST teachers. She took the time to make me feel special. She listened to me. She made me feel important and understood.
Not everyone has the educational background and a degree on the wall, but EVERYONE can be a teacher, if they share their passion, listen to, and make time for children. My Grandma Stout taught me so much more than she'll ever know.